My Escape
B.A.N.G! Lyrics

I feel like the world is changing, I feel like it's all an illusion
The artist feels a sense of uncertainty and confusion about the state of the world, wondering if what they perceive is really what's happening.

I feel like a problem, I feel like the world is changing
The artist's personal struggles and issues leave them feeling like a hindrance to themselves and those around them, in the midst of a rapidly shifting world.

Smoking a joint on the back porch, need to re-up RAW cones
The artist is engaged in smoking marijuana and needs to replenish their supply of rolling paper.

G de $aint always ready with the torch
The artist's friend, G de $aint, is always prepared to light the joint with a lighter.

All this smoke that I blow, feeling like I'm 'bouta choke
The amount of smoke that the artist is inhaling leaves them feeling like they're on the verge of choking.

My mind like my pockets, fucking broke (Yuh)
The artist's state of mind is like their financial condition, in shambles and depleted.

Try to smoke the pain away, I still haven't changed
Despite trying to use marijuana as a coping mechanism to alleviate pain and distress, the artist is still struggling with the same issues.

I'm a dead broke boi still making chump change (Cha-ching)
The artist is financially impoverished and only making a meager amount of money.

Drink to fill the void but I just can't escape
Despite attempting to use alcohol as a way to cope with their struggles, the artist is still unable to escape from their issues.

Speeding in the Honda while I let my mind race
The artist is driving fast in their Honda while their thoughts race through their head.

Stuck in one place, moving at a snails pace
The artist feels like they're in a rut and not making any progress, moving at a slow and unproductive pace.

Got a shitty fucking hand, not a single fucking ace
The artist feels like they've been dealt a poor hand in life and don't have any advantages or lucky breaks on their side.

I can't help the cards I was dealt (Two high, Two high)
The artist acknowledges that they can't control the circumstances they've been given, like being dealt two high cards in a game of poker.

Call my fucking bluff and send some help
The artist is daring someone to question their situation and offer aid or assistance.

I did this to myself, I really can't be helped
The artist takes responsibility for their own personal struggles and doesn't believe that anyone can truly help them.

Another broken heart on the shelf
The artist has once again experienced heartbreak and emotional pain, adding to a collection of past hurts and regrets.

Making the same mistakes as I did yesterday
The artist recognizes that they're repeating the same negative patterns from their past.

Wash my sins away in the rain (Drip drop, drip drop)
The artist seeks a form of cleansing or redemption for their past mistakes and wrongdoings, perhaps symbolized by the cleansing rain.

Lil Gremlin can't be tamed
The artist's inner demons and negative thoughts and feelings are uncontrollable, like a mischievous and unruly creature.

Instead I'll make G go insane
The artist may purposely push their friend G de $aint to the brink, by not addressing their own problems and causing more confusion and chaos.

He tries to find a way to numb the pain
G de $aint is also dealing with struggles and is attempting to use substances to escape from his own issues.

But there ain't no way I can let him get away with his soul intact (Aye, aye)
The artist feels like G de $aint needs to face his own demons and issues, and can't let him go on escaping from them without consequences or accountability.

Gotta act quick, Gotta make sure I don't slip, and let G get a grip (Get a grip, get a grip)
The artist recognizes that they need to take quick and decisive action to help themselves and G de $aint, to prevent either of them from slipping further into negativity and self-destructive habits.

I been hiding in shadows way too long
The artist has been ignoring their own problems and hiding from responsibility for too long, avoiding facing the harsh realities of their life.

Dreaming of the gallows, sing the same song (Song, song, song)
The artist has been living with thoughts of death and despair, singing the same mournful tune over and over in their head.

Make my gave shallow, all black's what I don
The artist feels like they're already facing death and a shallow grave, and clothing themselves in all black to symbolize their funeral attire.

Make my grave shallow, I won't be long (I feel like a problem) (long, long, long, long, long)
The artist feels like their time is running out and that they won't be alive for long, plagued by the feeling that they're a burden and hindrance on themselves and others.