10 STATES AWAY

by Isaiah Rashad

From the album: IT'S BEEN AWFUL

Duration: 2:35

IT'S BEEN AWFUL cover art

Lyrics for 10 STATES AWAY

They always caught me rapping on a slow ass beat Jamming in my car in the morning Ever since I was a young nigga Ever since I was a old nigga Wit my three kids at the show, nigga When we die, where do rappers go, nigga? Found there was no control in the bottom of the bag In the shower, pouring liquor in the air I was fucked up, baby Is the love the same? Made a vow Then we prayed Then we pawned my chains We made it through the summer I dropped an album then we broke up No hate for those unable to be faithful I guess that's how they made us Kids make kids And time do make strangers Ahh, but don't shame us for that That's just yo father on paper 10 states away Like, call for what? Got them scars from us Prideful I'll trade you an eyeful Cried like we might never meet again The heart craves for what we had When part ways I'm still reaching for yo hand on my dark days I text a letter and deleted it for our sake It's been forever and forever And forever and forever I'm in a daze, planning my escape route I'm fucked up in the middle of the day, huh? Where do you go? It ain't nowhere to lay down My new friends got a pile of the straight raw I got some hoes in the tel, living face down Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm at one with the bass now I'm in a daze, planning my escape route I'm fucked up in the middle of the day, huh? Where do you go? It ain't nowhere to lay down My new friends got a pile of the straight raw I got some hoes in the tel, living face down Oh yeah, I'm at one with the bass

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