Gotta Go (feat. Tianna Tuamoheloa)

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Shoutout to all my grandpas, shoutout to all my granny's

Shoutout to all my uncles, shoutout to all my aunties

Shoutout to all my cousins, shoutout to all my family

I'm trying to leave the city and comeback with a Grammy

Hope you understand me, there's things that I got to do

And to get there, then I'm breaking a lot of rules

Underachievers'll hate cause they're not as cool

Shut them all up when they say it's impossible, uh

And a word to the wise

I ain't trying to hear your lecture or advice

Cause it really sounds like discourage in disguise

And to make bread, gotta get burnt just to rise

And your intentions in the that always mean well

I've sent pictures attached in your e-mails

But the message is lacking in detail

This place is just fine, as in for me well�

When I'm not at home, and I'm on the road

I'ma miss you so so much, but I gotta go

(I don't really want to leave) but I gotta go

(This is where I want to be) but I gotta go

(This is going to be killing me)

I'ma miss you so so much, but I gotta go

The dreams I would have wherever I lay my head at night

Those were instructions into having a better life

Told me to rap everything that my lead'll write

So I'd have 1,000 gigs like a terabyte

Wake up in the morning avoiding my snooze

I'm trying to run the town, what's the point if I lose

The agony of defeat, I'm destroying my shoes

Through the belly of the beast, and boy am I pooped, ha

I'll rest when I pass away later

Been a hypocrite, I've been known to hate haters

They say what they would, but do not make paper

They horsing around, and they're all naysayers

Yeah I'm taking shots, I don't need four fifths

But that ain't what I'm about, let me refocus

I have to leave the city and be in showbiz

If you ain't know that, well at least know this

When I'm not at home, and I'm on the road

I'ma miss you so so much, but I gotta go

(I don't really want to leave) but I gotta go

(This is where I want to be) but I gotta go

(This is going to be killing me)

I'ma miss you so so much, but I gotta go

I remember writing rhymes sitting in front of my desktop

Living with my mom's, and getting used to my step-pops

Headphone's blasting, all you see is my head nods

Mom pulls them off and says we need a pep talk

Now, she ain't usually in his bedroom

But she sat him down and this is what she said to him

"You know that I love you, You can be the best whom-

ever you want to be, and I'm going to bed soon"

And that's all that it took, but it ain't take no time

Start game planning and start thinking of showtimes

Start off all my concerts with a bunch of dope rhymes

End it with a, "Thank you, Thank you, you're so kind"

Mom's was my cosign, don't need nothing more

And my opportunity is knocking at the door

Am I supposed to answer it? I'm not that really sure

I'd rather visit you than be out up on a tour, so

When I'm not at home, and I'm on the road

I'ma miss you so so much, but I gotta go

(I don't really want to leave) but I gotta go

(This is where I want to be) but I gotta go

(This is going to be killing me)

I'ma miss you so so much, but I gotta go

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