Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Away, artist - BJ The Chicago Kid. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Song language: English
Get Away |
| Haha, haha |
| It’s on your brain again, huh |
| It’s like a double sin |
| The way you think about gettin' it in |
| And I’ma say it again, say it like-like |
| Haha, haha |
| Yeah, it’s on your brain again, huh |
| It’s like a double sin |
| The way you think about gettin' it in |
| I’m gettin' in |
| Ever lay cold in bed at night? |
| (Yeah) |
| Missin' me 'cause your heart wasn’t right (Uh huh) |
| Then you close your eyes and you think of me (Yeah) |
| Since you can’t sleep, since you’ve been daydreamin' |
| Wishin' we could get away, get away |
| You roll up, you po' up liquor |
| Thoughts won’t get away, get away |
| My number done changed, so we can’t talk, so |
| Now you see me on the television (Television) |
| Then you hear me on the radio (Radio) |
| Then you hit my best friend and ask him if he have my number |
| Then he hit you with the «hell no» |
| This bitch better get away, get away |
| I’m so sorry, it’s so disrespectful |
| You really need to get away, get away |
| The crazy part is you don’t know I be thinkin' of you |
| The same time you be thinkin' of me |
| From stage to studio, to pickin' out new wardrobes |
| In these showrooms, the top floors, wish I could five time her |
| Get away, get away |
| Shit, I should fly you out, so you can get away, get away |
| You’ve got me flyin' home to smoke with you, yeah |
| (I'll go to Houston then Atlanta, baby) |
| When we fuck it feel like Vegas (Feel like Vegas) |
| When I’m freakin' you |
| Mm-mm-mm-mm |
| (Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let’s go shoppin' in Paris |
| Fuckin' in Tokyo, what you want?) |
| You’ve got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah |
| When we fuck it feel like Vegas (Vegas) |
| When I’m freakin' you (Freakin' you) |
| All up in your V, your V (Freakin' you) |
| There’s gotta be something better to talk about |
| Ask a stupid question, I’m walking out |
| I highly doubted I would make it out of my mama house |
| So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to |
| Get away, get away |
| Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself, really |
| Get away, get away |
| This the first time that I felt good in a long time |
| There’s gotta be better ways we can get along |
| I say my opinion, you take it wrong |
| You always bringin' up you heard about another bitch I was fuckin' on |
| Sometimes I just need me a second girl, you make me wanna |
| Get away, get away |
| Smoke something, drink something, ride around the city |
| Just get away, get away |
| Chillin' with the homies, gettin' high 'til I forgot about it |
| Callin' my other bitch on the telephone |
| Gotta be somewhere better I belong |
| I’m tired of everybody out here that be tryna get me to string along |
| They don’t even know who they frontin' on |
| It’s best that you get away, get away |
| You want fly on a plane with a nigga like me, baby? |
| Get away, get away |
| Yeah, well I’m tryna do the same thing, let’s go |
| You’ve got me flyin' home to smoke with you, yeah |
| (I'll go to Houston then Atlanta, baby) |
| When we fuck it feel like Vegas (Feel like Vegas) |
| When I’m freakin' you |
| Mm-mm-mm-mm |
| (Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let’s go shoppin' in Paris |
| Fuckin' in Tokyo, what you want?) |
| You’ve got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah |
| When we fuck it feel like Vegas (Vegas) |
| When I’m freakin' you (Freakin' you) |
| All up in your V, your V (Freakin' you) |
| Fucking with a nigga like me, she gotta be sick in the head too |
| Three o' clock, watch the moon, that’s the goal |
| Adios, my heart broken, it hurt, I know that it ain’t personal |
| I gotta get away, tryna be calm, cool, collected, smooth |
| But I look at your beautiful gluteus maximus |
| Toot it and boot it, something wrong, who would’ve knew it |
| Studying like I’ma student, but I’m still stupid |
| Tryna get you Gucci with the real Louis |
| And I gotta thank the Lord 'cause he will do it |
| For a real nigga who been really on the road movin' |
| Wanna be alone, tell the whole world get away |
| I be in my own world, I’m my own man with my old man mind |
| Inside a young man body, third eye, third leg |
| Bitch don’t stand by me, these are not Versace |
| They still pulled up with the drac' and mink coat, Versace |
| Your favorite rapper mad, so he copy me |
| I fucked his bitch up in his bed |
| He pulled up and I still ain’t wanna get away, get away |
| I been drinkin' 'cause we know you spend a long time, let’s get away, get away |
| You’ve got me flyin' home to smoke with you, yeah |
| (I'll go to Houston then Atlanta, baby) |
| When we fuck it feel like Vegas (Feel like Vegas) |
| When I’m freakin' you |
| Mm-mm-mm-mm |
| (Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let’s go shoppin' in Paris |
| Fuckin' in Tokyo, what you want?) |
| You’ve got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah |
| When we fuck it feel like Vegas (Vegas) |
| When I’m freakin' you (Freakin' you) |
| All up in your V, your V (Freakin' you) |
| Haha, haha |
| It’s on your brain again, huh |
| It’s like a double sin |
| The way you think about gettin' it in |
| And I’ma say it again, say it like-like |
| Haha, haha |