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

'Bout gettin' it in

Ever lay, cold in bed, at night?

Missin' me, 'cause your heart wasn't right

Then you close your eyes and you think of me

Since you can't sleep, since you've been daydreamin'

Wishin' we could (Get away, get away)

You roll up, you po' up, but the

Thoughts won't (Get away, get away)

My number done changed, so we can't talk, so

Now you see me on the television

Then you hear me on the radio

Then you hit my best friend and ask him if he had my number

Then he hit you with the, "Hell, no"

(Thirsty bitch, you better) (Get away, get away)

I'm so sorry, it's so disrespectful

We 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

And these showrooms and top floors

Wish I could find time to (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

When I'm freaking you

(Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let's go shoppin' in Paris)

(Let's go 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

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 walkin' out

I highly doubted I would make it out of my mama house

So finally got up off the couch, a **** 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 till 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 to fly on a plane with a **** 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

When I'm freakin' you

(Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let's go shoppin' in Paris)

(Let's go 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

When I'm freakin' you (Freakin' you)

All up in your V, your V (Freakin' you)

Look, fuckin' with a **** like me, she gotta be sick in the head too

Three o' clock, watch the moon, gots to go

Adios, my heart broken, it hurt, I know that I ain't perfect

I gotta (Get away)

Tryna be calm, cool, collected, smooth

But I look at your beautiful gluteus maximus

Toot it, and boot it, something brewin', who wouldn't knew it?

Studyin' like I'm a 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 **** 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

When I'm freakin' you

(Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let's go shoppin' in Paris)

(Let's go 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

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