Get Away - BJ The Chicago Kid, Buddy, Kent Jamz

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