david halo - i'm going off the radar Lyrics

I'm going off the radar, I'm on a goose chase
I ran laps on these kids for like two days
Empty stomach and I still can't even stomach this
Head and shoulders gone over like I'm not under this
Got a million reasons I should feel myself
Though these people wantin me to kill myself
If I was gullible enough I woulda took they advice
I'd buy a 44 magnum, I'd reverse my vice
I was bullied just because I had an iPhone 6
Same kids saying "ting" like they was from the six
A couple buckshots never hurt nobody
Drum mag rocket launcher and I'm shooting his buddy
95 percent, I got a stick and it's muddy
Got a stick in the mud, we nip at the bud like RIP Nipsey
Swords, vultures, five star hotels in Poughkeepsie
Telling fortunes, that's unfortunate, I'm somethin' like a gypsy
Against the people, my heart and soul are against me

Hyphens in my name, I'm like a python
Spitting on the paper with the lyrics that I write on
Child proof the shit with five barbed wire breaches
You motherf*ckers suck and I ain't talkin bout no leeches
Cold case, going nuts like a heathen
Wedlock bitches lookin suhm like a demon
Smoke, mirrors, all in between, RIP Yoakiid
Darts in the water, f*ckin hit em like a blowfish
Can't control these type of doses, might just overdose then
Crack a joke and die slow, I look like Eric Forman
Foot in the ass, foot out the door
Barnes & Noble shit, we book out the store
I been placing my bets, more than I can afford
I got a lot of mind, might take a chunk out my head
Not talkin bullets, I'll take it out with machete instead
If I'm f*ckin living through it, I'll flush all of my meds
I'll give an arm and a leg
Carved charcoal in my arm cause I'm off of my rocker
It'd be genius if I rhymed and I said suhm bout chopper
We'll all come together and prosper

I'm going off the radar, I'm on a goose chase
I ran laps on these kids for like four days now
If I leave without a trace, don't call me
I am shutting off my phone and I am leaving my belongings
I'm gone

I got time
Everytime I'm steppin out the house
Ya'll crazy, creating scenarios to get me out
Oh, I could lose my mind, you will find it in the garbage
Oh, I could paint circles on my body like a target
And you wouldn't hit me up
Chocolate interior, I got time like a life sentence
I got time like flying to NY from Dubai for flight attendant
I'm gone
More on the chocolate interior
Drippin faucet, I'm f*cking lost in the middle like foster kid
I'm a cautionary tale, tell me somethin
Ah, I won't tell you cunt, you duckin like Whack-A-Mole
Oh, I gotta pack it up
Too bad I don't give no f*cks
When can they really get us?
I'm finna run out again, I cannot refund my friends
I'm really gon do this shit, I am jumping off the edge
Edge, edge

Jumping off the edge