Termanology, Torae, Skyzoo, Reks - Get Away lyrics

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

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 shit's 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 fit's 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 digit's
Flow vintage as old St nicholas'
Drownin' out the toasters and the biscuit's
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 GOATs hope to see you somewhere
Hangin' from the rafters word up