O'AHU

I really, really wanna run away

From my lows, from my lows

Please save me from my lows, lows

I really, really wanna run away

From my lows, from my lows

Please save me from my lows, lows

And so it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

And so it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, oh

And so it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

And so it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

I make music for the silver screen

And for kiddies with the silver teeth

They're looking like a mini-me, jugging out the gutter piece, lugging in their jeans

Sucks when you got a fiend in your fam

Will she ever be your friend again?

Sending money with the hope that it ain't going up in smoke

Aluminum is foiling your plans

Supposed to be a man and handle it, slap around and hound them, arrogant

Laugh and cry about it when they perish

Become a parent, teach your kids about them as a lesson learned

Burn a bridge with them if they ain't worth

The love that they deserve, weakest link got the strongest curse like fuck

I really, really wanna run away

From my lows, from my lows

Please save me from my lows, lows

I really, really wanna run away

From my lows, from my lows

Please save me from my lows, lows

It goes something like this, like

Went out, sit out, fiddle with the waves

Get out, vet out all of the old ways

On the coast of O'ahu, all the problems fossil

Probably 'cause I've gone away

I'm gone

Gone and let my baby know

Went out, sit out, fiddle with the waves

Get out, vet out all of the old ways

On the coast of O'ahu, all the problems fossil

Probably 'cause I've gone away

I'm gone

Gone and let my baby know

Yeah, sending my crush my demos

Leak it to the public if you love it

I won't judge it, you're the reason, you're the subject

Finna squeeze out all the rubbish and give you splits of my publishing, huh

Other half is going to the fam, asking me for money instead how I am doing

And sends me to a place so brutish, but ain't refusing them

Ask me about how I'm grieving

Ask me about all the reasons been in the cut like a lesion

Ran outta fucks so I'm leaving town without a trace

Running outta places that don't test my faith

Jingle dress singing the directions of a fate

My easel bleeding better when the eagle feather fans the wet paint