Vacant (feat. Taylor Bennett)

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Morocco Brown

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Running away from my thoughts
Light up this blunt 
Lemme take this plane
Running around on these blocks 
Spend all my time 
Tryna chase this paper
F*ck it my future is brighterThan any firefox 
I'll triumph 
Ascend  on you all
F*ck it my Luther is silent
The activist in me 
Making sure I don't fall
Hope I don't burn in this city 
I learned from this city 
It weren't for this city 
Probably posted up 
Smokin them nickies
Mookies and peanut do work with fifty 
Powerless blackouts
The purge in my city 
Urging my city 
For change in the purse
Hear my thoughts in range or hirsch 
Tear of my pop in the strain of the purp
Posted up plotting on changing the world 
Parties and turnup can't aim for third
Aim for the gang 
And the range hit girl 
Chasing the bank 
With a tank full of verbs
Young black man with thang for urb
Spit it so clean 
With a brain full of blurs 
And ya'll know 
That I spit like an athlete 
So ya'll know that I came for world
17 in the both with demons
Ebony with the boobs 
Want my semen 
Can't wait to see the truth of my preachings 
Cause I can't dilute all my teachings 
Bought this cape and boot with my visa
So I can save the dudes on my features 
And I can say and do what I pleaser
Cause I pay the dues when my lease up 

I been 
Running way from thoughts 
I see em chasing me 
Oh 
I been
Running way from thoughts 
These dream is Vacant b
Oh
I been 
Running way from thoughts 
I see chasing me 
I been running from my thoughts 
These dreams is Vacant b

Running around with noose on my neck 
With booth in my head 
And the town on my back
Track after track 
Smoking pack after pack 
In a foreign black jag
Got the racks lap 
Traffic is bad 
But the pack in lap 
Got my beat from the mail
Got my ass in the lab
Passing the green 
To the purp get us mad
Passionate rocks 
On the surface I crash 
But these looks is deceiving 
All this art I be preaching now 
What the f*ck was you thinking
Nu-flow in the deep end
Now 
Daddy told me don't sell your soul 
For some fucking gold
That's some tweak shit 
Bow 
On the 9 my pops turnt around 
And them gunned him down for G shit 
Wow

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