Adios - De'Wayne, Chase Atlantic

Huh

Okay, I went from a home to a floor full of roaches

Sleeping with the devil, tryna get you when you’re focused

Itching for the stars, sick and tired of all that hoping

Getting on my knees, youngin had a dream

Looking in my eyes, nigga, tell me what you see

Don’t look me in my eyes and try to tell me who to be

Like fuck society, huh, I ain’t in a box

I been tryna tell my daddy I’ma get him off the block

Never stop, ayy

Adi-adios, yuh, woah

Adi-adios, uh, yuh

Said adi adios (Woo!)

Adi-adios, I just hit the road, gotta grab my shit and go, let it go (Woo!)

Adi-adios, got them swinging on the ropes, now adi-adios (Yeah, woo!)

Adi-adios, I just hit my plug and he told me it’s a go, let it blow (Yeah)

Adi-adios, adi-adios

Now adi-adios, now adi-adios

Okay, I been staring at these black walls too long

Okay, I think I need some space, uh, bless you if you’ve never seen hard times

Okay, well, I cannot relate, used to smoke to get away, going outta, outta space

Think I need to mediate, got too much up on my plate

I been tryna find the balance in the midst of everything

Used to say I’d never change, used to say a lot of things

God forgive me for the pain, yeah

(Woo!)

Adi-adios, I just hit the road, gotta grab my shit and go, let it go (Woo!)

Adi-adios, got them swinging on the ropes, now adi-adios (Yeah, woo!)

Adi-adios, I just hit my plug and he told me it’s a go, let it blow (Yeah)

Adi-adios, adi-adios

Now adi-adios, now adi-adios

Adi-adios, uh, wow

Adi-adios, uh, yuh

17 years old, I had to leave that shit (Gone)

Had a life at home but I deleted it (Oh)

To be fair, I never really needed it (Yeah)

I just guess I’ve always been a greedy shit (Yeah)

Four years on my own, could you believe this shit?

You can make it happen, kid, believe in it (Yeah, yeah)

I been doing drugs, fucking needle tip (Skrrt)

Girly acting crazy, I don’t need a bitch, woah

All this talk around me like a new religion

I just gained attention, called it tunnel vision (Skrrt)

Climbing up the ladder like I’m on a mission (Yeah, yeah)

'Bout to hit my phone, brr, new prescription, yuh, yuh

I just hit a bands on the road (On the road)

Fucking with the plug, let it go (Let it go)

Yeah, yeah, I been getting money off a show (Aw yeah)

I just guess I’m really on my own

Hey, never had a good life

I been tryna get right, praying to the skies

God told me I’d be alright, jumping off the 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 gon' remember this