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letra de where to go - dumb luck

[intro]
yeah
it’s dummy (where to go)
f-cking broke right now, man, yeah
yeah!

[verse 1]
my bottom dollar’s been spent
i got a lot of regrets
on my death bed, stressed
’til i wobble onto the next step
left step, right
tryna keep my head on tight
but the screws are loose there is no end in sight
and if i say goodbye
i will watch your heart break on the spot
stuck between a hard place and a rock
my inspiration is exhausted, i’ve lost it
i’m running in place
stuck in a phase
hoping one of these days
something will change
but it doesn’t numb they way
sick to stomach it’s strange
punching my guts
because the pain is too much to contain
the blood in my veins is cold
my soul’s rejected the change
the expression on my face is bold
but the rest is detained
by the strains of a hard knock life
n0body ever cares if mark’s alright
’cause no one’s ever there, i’ve tried to keep in touch
but i wonder whether i got some selfish friends
me and luck are teaming up because i’m all by myself again

[chorus]
no place to run, and no place to hide
no place that’s mine
no place that’s fun, and no place that’s nice
and no place that’s right
no place to be, no place that’s free
and no place that’s safe
no place for me, so no place indeed
now i’m running away, and i ain’t coming back

[verse 2]
i don’t understand you, people
i try to relate
but y’all are fakes
so it’s time to escape
i need a break
think you’re cool, fool?
who the f-ck you trying to play?
“it’s criticism, i ain’t trying to hate”
well, f-ck you
i don’t need your expertise on how to tour the seven seas
[?] and make records
so just shut up and let it be
i do my own thang
music is music, so set it free
i pick a beat and then i tell you what is says to me
my few things are my enemies
you think i like expressing this sh-t?
that’s when i get this [?] with a pen in my grip
i’d rather talk about some funny sh-t
smoking blunts, getting drunk
getting money, f-cking b-tches
but that just isn’t dummy sh-t
tryna change my message
i try to change direction
but every night i’m stuck fighting with that same depression
f-ck it, i guess i’ll bump it on that stereo
’cause dummy is stuck with no—

[verse 3]
the [?] alone in the cold of january
got these skeletons in my closet
i have to bury them along with the hatchet i carry
to scare away the scavengers
don’t push me, ’cause i’m close to the edge of breaking the bannister
[?] from the balcony
the planet has it out for me
i get it, but i’m sick of people doubting me
even more than that, i’m sick of being afraid of being myself
rolling in the deepest rolls of my mind, i’ma need help
but i never take a hand-out, i’m different so i stand out
like a sore thumb (we got another man down)
need a medic, but they’re off duty
i’m just an actor in the wrong movie
think i should exit and let the song soothe me
so move along, groupies, i got no time for sk-nky girls
i keep tryna save the world but it’s not improving
ah sh-t, who was i kidding? i’m just a kid in a rat race
who had this [?] living life

[post-chorus]
i ain’t coming back, na-ah (na-ah)
i ain’t coming back, ever
i ain’t coming back, na-ah (na-ah)
i ain’t coming back, ever
i ain’t coming back, na-ah (na-ah)
i ain’t coming back, ever
i ain’t coming back, na-ah (na-ah)
i ain’t coming back, ever
i’m out this b-tch

[outro skit: dummy & pat]
uh
yeah, motherf-cker
this fool better answer the god d-mn phone
pick up the f-cking phone, pat!
f-ck, wasting my time
motherf-cker
yah
yah
what’s up?
chilling
what’s good?
what you doin’? let’s write this track
um, you wanted to make a track?
yeah
a track with you?
yeah
i mean, if you want. i don’t know if it’s a great idea for you
i know it’s gonna be a bad look for me with your sh-tty f-cking verse
i mean, sure. yeah, whenever you wanna get together man
just holla at me
word, when you’re off your period give me a call
yeah for sure
we’ll write this sh-t
yeah, let’s burn this motherf-cker down!

- dumb luck

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