Skyzoo - Get Away lyrics

[Verse 1: Termanology] 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 f**, 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 sh**, hustlin', shootouts, movin' bricks f** that, I'm tryna relax and kick back So I feel I gotta [Hook] Get away (x8) [Verse 2: Skyzoo] From the most humble of beginnings Where 4-5s tumble in the scrimmage I made it out the bu*ton 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' cla**, 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 sh**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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Torae] 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' sh** 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 sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Reks] 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 ma**es Where winners and survivors raise gla**es Arrival of the Ma**achusetts chapters, and G.O.A.Ts Hope to see you somewhere hangin' from the rafters Word up [Hook]