Chase Atlantic — Adios

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Adi adios

Ok I went from a home to a floor full of roaches
Sleeping with the devil tryna get you when you focused
Reaching for the stars sick and tired of all that hoping
Getting on my knees young I had a dream
Looking in my eyes nigga tell me what you see
Dont look me in my eyes and try to tell me who to be
Like fuck society I ain’t in a box
I been tryna tell my daddy imma get him off the block
Never stop aye

Adi adios woah Adi adios
Adi adios woo
Adi adios I just hit the road gotta grab my shit and go let it go
Adi adios got them swinging on the ropes now adi adios
Adi adios I just hit my plug and he told me its a go
Let it blow
Adi adios adi adios now adi adios

Ok I been staring at these black walls to long
Ok I think I need some space bless you if you never seen hard times
Ok well I can not relate use to
Smoke to get away going outta outta space
Think I need to mediate got to much up on my plate
I been tryna find the balance in the midst of everything
Use to say I never change use to say a lot of things
God forgive me for the pain yeah

Adi adios I just hit the road gotta grab my shit and go
Let it go
Adi adios got them swinging on the ropes now adi adios
Adi adios I just hit my plug and he told me its a go
Let it blow
Adi adios adi adios now adi adios
Never stop
Adi adios adi adios

Yeah 17 years old I had to leave that shit
Had a life at home but I deleted it
To be fair I never really needed it
I just guess Ive already been a greedy shit
Four years on my own could you believe this shit
You can make it happen kid believe in it
I been doing drugs fucking needle tip
Girly acting crazy I don’t need a bitch woah
All this talk around me like a new religion
I just gained attention call it tunnel vision
Climbing up the ladder like im on a mission
Bout to hit my phone new prescription yea
I just hit a bands on the road
Fucking with the plug let it go
Yea yea I been getting money off a show
I just guess im really on my own

Never had a good life
I been tryna get right praying to the skies
God told me I be alright jumping off a cliff
Watch I make it flip rap turned gold
Poppa was a crip like a rolling stone
Bob Dylan shit karma know my name
But I still make her bust a split
Quiet guy in the darkest room to the mic is lit
Wayne jack coming down bet they gone remember this