| Champagne wishes and Caviar dreams
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| That life is a thing that my people never seen
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| Hands never clean, dirts on the fingernails
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| Feeling like a donkey while the boss playing pin the tail
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| Happens all the time when you at the underground
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| I know people with the in the unemployment lines
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| catching breaks, they try’na catch a check
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| Pay the light bill, pray they needs getting met
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| Put them on they sweat, say they
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| coming weeks, dress on they necks
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| They wanna, it really is surprising
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| With the lack of charge and the gas keeps rising
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| I don’t wanna regret a day, that I didn’t take a chance to make it a better day
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| Had to figure out a better way
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| There’s some people like me on they charge, tryna get away
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| (We come, we live, we go)
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| You know it’s only a lifetime
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| You better find something to say because
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| (We come, we live, we go)
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| And until you see your last day
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| It’s moment to moment
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| Take a moment to get away
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| I see my momma working hard for the fam'
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| But it hurts me as a man, I can get a righter jam
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| I tryna take lil' money that I make
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| Break a little bread, goal in the hand
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| As I reflect, on what I just said
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| My dad two months in on a hospital bed
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| My eyes blushed out red
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| If I gotta watch him go, then I’m better off dead
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| Cause I ain’t tryna see it, I wish I could believe it
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| Would be better forever, cause help I really need it
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| And I ain’t too conceded, to ask you for a hand
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| Cause I know as a man with a boost Imma reach it
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| Stand on my own, spread my wings
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| Sowing through the clouds, getting out dreams, doing my thing
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| Make my foes proud, cause I love to see 'em smile when we living like kings
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| Yeah we gotta get away
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| You can’t understand the
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| How though it is for me to pin this
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| I tried to smile, but for some while
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| It’s been hard cause my pain is endless
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| I search my soul, try’na to reflect
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| Live straight, don’t worry bout the angles
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| I thought I was done with this record
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| But my pop went to rest with the angles
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| So I had to relive his death
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| Sitting by his bed, watching his last breath
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| And I can still hear mom screaming
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| «Lord please», with her hand on her chest
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| And everybody in the room crying
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| Hardest shit I’ve ever seen no lying
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| Pops, you gone live through me
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| And Imma make you proud or I’m gonna die trying
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| I’m gonna get away |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Away, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song What Goes Around, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп