Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Away, artist - Termanology.
Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Away |
Fresh off tour, been on the road for a whole year |
Back to back, beer-liquor-beer, beer-liquor-beer |
Hangover, headache, let my dome ventilate |
Reflect on the disrespectful words that I said to Jake |
Last night, too bent, runnin' off at the mouth |
Drunk words, sober thoughts, easier to spit it out |
Feelin' like I need a vacay, been up for 8 days |
Stage after stage, afterparty, parade |
Let me explain, baby girl my energy’s drained |
I ain’t tryna fuck, just give me head and I’m straight |
I need a king sized bed, four pillows and a comforter |
Drunk textin' baby mama, guess I’m still in love with her |
Really you be stressed when you’re down on your last |
And you gotta choose, buy food or buy gas |
Tryna get away, somewhere there’s less lava |
Reminiscin' on bein' a getaway driver |
Stupid shit, hustlin', shootouts, movin' bricks |
Fuck that, I’m tryna relax and kick back |
So I feel I gotta |
Get away (x8) |
From the most humble of beginnings |
Where 4−5s tumble in the scrimmage |
I made it out the button of my ending |
My getaway was out of the norm from what the leisurely do |
Cause for me, OG was worth a Jeter or 2 |
And still corner store Sky, still scams over everything |
Rookie year, hands built to get a ring, word to first blunts |
Cuttin' class, first wifey, she was nuttin' fast |
Never bragged about who I tagged, always wore a bag |
On my dick, pants sag on my kicks |
OG 3s or royal Foams, them fatigue shits is lame |
I grew up around the corner where they squeeze before they aim |
And then they explain it later, pissin' in elevators was my usual |
Now I’m more MCM suitable |
My fan base is part time models with corner cubicles |
I get away with one of my supporters at the show |
If you seen her, you’d get why I forever wanna go and get away |
Sometimes I gotta get away, put the mic down, I don’t spit today |
Hardly smoke, but I need a spliff today, Henny cup sip today |
Just kick back, not doin' shit today |
Might cop some fits and some kicks today |
Go see the Knicks today, they play the Celts, need some tix today |
Bet Term and Reks for some chips today |
Might text your chick today, she been beggin' to give your shit away |
Second thought, nah, that’s no getaway |
I need some Hathaway, castaway |
Treat a Wednesday like a Saturday |
Drama go thataway, commas move thataway |
It’s more money, more problems |
But with no money ain’t no way to solve 'em |
I’d rather revolve 'em than involve 'em, be a slave or be a sovereign |
Get away cause any day could be your coffin |
And that’s why every often I be loftin' |
Of course the caution’s important |
But I just transported, now I’m resortin' |
Guess my last resort was to |
This that next day effect, when you recollect on yesterday’s ills |
Remorse, and mornin' after pills |
Room spinnin', consume Henn and resume sinnin' |
To the tomb of the dude Devin, what a job it is spendin' |
45 days in the sky, gettin' away, never comin' down |
Down, off that loud high cloud, nah |
Chasin' everlastin' dollar signs half the time |
In an unfamiliar zone, home away from home |
I’m prime, prolific, after rhymin' for some undisclosed digits |
Flow vintage as old St. Nicholas' |
Drownin' out the toasters and the biscuits |
Globe travelin', establishment of money masterin' |
Witness, dynasty buildin' international, appealin' to the masses |
Where winners and survivors raise glasses |
Arrival of the Massachusetts chapters, and G.O.A.Ts |
Hope to see you somewhere hangin' from the rafters |
Word up |