(Intro)

Yea…
This is The Product…
Yuh, yuh, yuh,

(Verse)

I got to split. I got to go. I got to dip.
I got a date with my destiny.
All that is left of me’s melodies written on paper.
That’s what it feels like when I peel right,
Out my drive way on the highway.
95 pace, get out my way, get out my lane,
I got to split. Nobody’s waiting…
I’m all alone, but glory’s awaiting,
So I will chase it, ‘till I got nothin.
When I got nothin, I got these pages.
I been insane and totally waisted,
Blacking out waking up to a creation,
That’s me. Every single night that I can’t sleep when imagining all my bad dreams.
Ask myself, “Why’d my dad leave? What does this mean? What does that mean? What is happening? Why am I lacking? Why am I dragging?”
All these questions with no answers.
I got no time for slow dances.
I’m the kid who rode my bike no handed.
Livin on the wild side like gold bandits,
I been rippin’ off every old bandage,
I need to heal… and I need to feel,
Somethin’ that’s better than what I been feeling I tell you that’s real.
Yea, that is my deal. That’s why I do write with diversity certainly working these different emotions out so when doubt shows itself I am like steel. Strong.
Yea.

(Hook)

I got to split. I got to go. I got to dip.
I got a date with my destiny,
All that is left of me’s melodies written on paper.
That’s what it feels like when I peel right,
Out my driveway, on the highway.
95 pace, get out my lane, get out my way,
I got to split.
I got to split. I got to go. I got to dip.
I got a date with my destiny all that is left of me’s melodies written on paper.
That’s what it feels like when I peel right,
Out my driveway, on the highway.
95 pace, get out my lane, get out my way,
I got to split.

(Verse)

I gotta split. I gotta go. I gotta dip.
I cant stay waiting for change no I have to create it.
I have to get out of this pit.
If I stay here then I fear I will quit.
Lose myself in all this beer and a fifth.
All of my anger’s appeared in my fits pushing away all those near to me quick.
I have been hated and worshipped by some.
I don’t deserve either one of those things.
I would leave now but this verse isn’t done.
Once it is ready I’ll pack up and leave.
Sad to believe that I have to but still I be packin’ my things right up outta my room.
So hopefully soon I can move somewhere where people will notice me and I'll actually do,
Everything I’ve said I wanted for me.
Everything I said I want for my friends.
Everything I’ve said I want for my family team and my lady and that picket fence.
I got too much goin’ on in my head.
All that I ask is a moment of rest.
Nobody notices someone else break until all they can do is pick up the mess,
Give it a rest they say to me.
Stealin my breath then say to breath.
I did my best, no takin knees.
I got to jet don’t wait for me.
I’ll be on the top floor. Livin how I want because Ian went and got more.
Right now Ian Mops floors.
One day I’ll have mopped floors, mansion full of locked doors,
Open em and walk forth. I just gotta say that,

(Hook)

I got to split. I got to go. I got to dip.
I got a date with my destiny,
All that is left of me’s melodies written on paper.
That’s what it feels like when I peel right,
Out my driveway, on the highway.
95 pace, get out my lane, get out my way,
I got to split.
I got to split. I got to go. I got to dip.
I got a date with my destiny all that is left of me’s melodies written on paper.
That’s what it feels like when I peel right,
Out my driveway, on the highway.
95 pace, get out my lane, get out my way,
I got to split.

(Outro)

I got to split.
I got to split.
I got to split.
I got to split.

I got to split. I got to go. I got to dip.
I got a date with my destiny all that is left of me’s melodies written on paper.
That’s what it feels like when I peel right,
Out my driveway, on the highway.
95 pace, get out my lane, get out my way,
I got to split,