Get Away (feat. JID, 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 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