FX Juice - Getaway lyrics

[Verse 1] Not on a pedestal, not on a gold throne Got a Small town kid in the big city out here f**ing full grown I'm changing up pace, I'm breaking these bones I'm breaking my back gotta find a way to pay back my loans I think I see sh**, I know It's not like I used to I know I don't keep in contact with those I know I was close to I know we're all the same too Your heart, it might be cold too But I know I don't like to walk along the f**ing road that I know most do I just ride the wave, I coast through Smile and wave, I'm supposed to What's up to all the homies and that barber with that gold tooth My money kind of low too Thank you for staying broke too I ain't trippin', they'll soon wanna f** with the riches that we onto, Right? [Hook] Home is where the heart is Where's home for the heartless? Speaking over silence, dark room filled up with an audience Never seen it in my old days Rather dream it in my old days I'm here, I'm okay Home ain't too hard to locate That's my getaway (x2) [Verse 2] There's a lot that is moving, it's proven it's something that I cannot capture Too much time that I'm spending on pointless sh** I know don't make sense or matters I think I need some sh**that's rarely sold over the counter San Jose now took me inand look at me, got ups and downers What's up to all the homies, the girls that say they down for Any invitation to a party they're in town for Bring all the friends you want Yeah, they welcome Bring all the friends you want I bet that when that You tell 'em "f** it" is what they saying "Don't throw up" is what they praying Going home at the time that the sun rise and knowing the sunlight is different from nights when you stay in Now back in dorms, they realize college gets insane And now she understand all of the sh** older sis been saying [Hook] Home is where the heart is Where's home for the heartless Speaking over silence, dark room filled up with an audience Never seen it in my old days Rather dream it in my old days I'm here I'm okay Home ain't too hard to locate That's my getaway (x2) [Verse 3] Here's a toast to the young ones Who ain't trying to have young ones And young guns and young bloods Misguided running around trying to sell blunts I feel We just trying to make a living, right? Trying to get my moms to live alright Northern Cali factor Colusa County rapper Chopped up a new chapter Here's the end that I chase after: A room full of women, a bottle full of laughter Some money to the ceiling, man, I hope I need a ladder b**h, that's my getaway That's my getaway