LIGHTYEARS Songtext
von Griffen feat. MC Juice

Hey, Hey
Sometimes I wanna go
Far away from here
Far away from here
Far away from this
Sometimes I wanna be
Far away from here
Far away from here
Light years away from this
Light years away from that
Light years away from this
Light years away from that
Bliss in the abyss


I′m tired of the trap
Been tryna dial it back
100 miles on the map - I'm out
Rap is like a pile of crap
H-O wit the stile attached
Get popped in the mouth
Man, u could have that shit
I′m Smokin on good wit a bad ass chick
Floorin a Delorian til the story end
Passin it like I'm compassionate
Fuck them hoes
Bitch, fuck that weave
We know Lust and greed
Run this whole
Fucking thing
Same ol drugs
Same ol clubs
Same ol thugs
Fuckin these same ol sluuuts
Heated like Flaming Hot Cheetos
I'm all in the ethos
Sick of these lil nickel bag ass rappin mufukkas steady Talkin bout kilos
Like dust on Doritos
Fuck them flavored blunts
Fall down, takes notes from D.Rose
My nigga, get get back up
Get back on, get back right
Hustlin mornin noon and night
Triple shift, triple shots
I′m just tryna catch a flight
Up outta here

Sometimes I wanna go
Far away from here
Far away from here
Far away from this
Sometimes I wanna be
Far away from here
Far away from here
Light years away from this
Light years away from that
Light years away from this
Light years away from that
Bliss in the abyss
Talk to em Juice


I talk to the people
Often the feeble
I fought to be equal
I′m far too cerebral
The righteous all topple
Cause an upheaval
My life is a novel
I'm lost in the preview
Readin the prologue
And needin to know God
Roll wit my them people wit no heart
Shit could get crucial, and me
I′m like Coldhard
Different parts and I ain't walkin on no yard
What do you think that I′m doin this fo
Dippin wit Griffen, that's two in a row
Whatever I did, I can′t do it no mo
If I don't escape, it might ruin my flow
Fuck what I did
I just want her as my wife
I just want love for my kids
Book me a flight, do it tonight
Off to Bahamas we touchin the
Pray for better days
So stuck in my ways
Life is like a maze
Joy & pain for days
Ain't no escapin this world of the atheist
Doin a split now she hot on some rapey shit
Off wit them yoga pants, we make a day of it
Smokin that loud in Bahamas my way of it
Whoah, whoah
As my monopoly grow, grow
I jus get houses and dough, doe
Community say, Go to jail
I took me a chance and I go Go

Sometimes I wanna go
Far away from here
Far away from here
Far away from this
Sometimes I wanna be
Far away from here
Far away from here
Light years away from this
Light years away from that
Light years away from this
Light years away from that
Bliss

Sometimes I wanna go
Far away from here
Far away from here
Far away from this
Sometimes I wanna be
Far away from here
Far away from here
Light years away from this
Light years away from that
Light years away from this
Light years away from that
Bliss