BJ The Chicago Kid – Get Away (Audio) ft. JID, Buddy, Kent Jamz

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    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

    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

    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

    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

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