Get Away
(I just had to get away)
So quick to chime right in
Don't tell me how to live my life
Been working two damn jobs
Still making music every night
I'm sorry views are skewed
You say my lifestyle just ain't right
Now would you see what I see
If my pockets were fat and tight
Keep laughing now when they say
That I'm just like my old man
He coulda been on tour
Sold out and that shit ain't my plan
It fuels me day in night
Alright you wouldn't understand
Apply the pressure fam
The world's right in my hand
And that advice it hit me right no doubt in what I'm doing
Could never hang the mic I write with passion what you doin
So think it through before you go and knock another hustle
Theres many pieces you might lose before you solve that puzzle
But see I tried
So hard
To get away
Was born
Was raised
Away I'm great
Suppressing who I could be
Put in work to make a movie
Cheers for all the fucking doubt
Cuz I learned to make it fuel me
Stop reaching out
I zero'd out on slight distractions
If you asked me back in the day
I'd be afraid to say I'm rapping
But does mean i didn't
I just came lil' more timid
Cuz when I knew I was ready
I would run it like a scrimmage
See I'm on mom
Like LeBron mom
We finally hit LA
I just had to get away
See I'm on mom
Like LeBron mom
We finally hit LA (LA)
I just had to get away
(Yeah)
Maserati dreaming as I watch drive bye
If your seeing what I'm seeing tell me why cant I
Im laid back Maybach
Middle fingers to the ceiling
If your feeling what m feeling tell me why cant I?
See I'm up mom a lil some some and I can't go back
I found some from none mom and lemme do just that
Can't sell myself short
When I clock-in for a paycheck
Remind myself what i do this for
Cuz I'm 'bout to loss my patients
I take it all in segments
From a child to adolescence
In hopes to make a difference
Change a life and spread a message
You tell me what I could be
But they never understood me
Too quick to pass a judgment
On the way that life used to be
But see I tried
So hard
To get away
Was born
Was raised
Away I'm great
See I'm on mom
Like LeBron mom
We finally hit LA (LA yeah)
I just had to get away
See I'm on mom
Like LeBron mom
We finally hit LA (LA yeah)
I just had to get away
Love when people say
Look atcha boy you know you changed
But thats the point of life
I'm meant to grow not stay the same
The gears up stairs I keep em grinding
Gotta get away from all confinement
Been a star so bitch I'm shinning
Apply the pressure make a diamond
(Yeah yeah I just had to get away)
So quick to chime right in
Don't tell me how to live my life
Been working two damn jobs
Still making music every night
I'm sorry views are skewed
You say my lifestyle just ain't right
Now would you see what I see
If my pockets were fat and tight
Keep laughing now when they say
That I'm just like my old man
He coulda been on tour
Sold out and that shit ain't my plan
It fuels me day in night
Alright you wouldn't understand
Apply the pressure fam
The world's right in my hand
And that advice it hit me right no doubt in what I'm doing
Could never hang the mic I write with passion what you doin
So think it through before you go and knock another hustle
Theres many pieces you might lose before you solve that puzzle
But see I tried
So hard
To get away
Was born
Was raised
Away I'm great
Suppressing who I could be
Put in work to make a movie
Cheers for all the fucking doubt
Cuz I learned to make it fuel me
Stop reaching out
I zero'd out on slight distractions
If you asked me back in the day
I'd be afraid to say I'm rapping
But does mean i didn't
I just came lil' more timid
Cuz when I knew I was ready
I would run it like a scrimmage
See I'm on mom
Like LeBron mom
We finally hit LA
I just had to get away
See I'm on mom
Like LeBron mom
We finally hit LA (LA)
I just had to get away
(Yeah)
Maserati dreaming as I watch drive bye
If your seeing what I'm seeing tell me why cant I
Im laid back Maybach
Middle fingers to the ceiling
If your feeling what m feeling tell me why cant I?
See I'm up mom a lil some some and I can't go back
I found some from none mom and lemme do just that
Can't sell myself short
When I clock-in for a paycheck
Remind myself what i do this for
Cuz I'm 'bout to loss my patients
I take it all in segments
From a child to adolescence
In hopes to make a difference
Change a life and spread a message
You tell me what I could be
But they never understood me
Too quick to pass a judgment
On the way that life used to be
But see I tried
So hard
To get away
Was born
Was raised
Away I'm great
See I'm on mom
Like LeBron mom
We finally hit LA (LA yeah)
I just had to get away
See I'm on mom
Like LeBron mom
We finally hit LA (LA yeah)
I just had to get away
Love when people say
Look atcha boy you know you changed
But thats the point of life
I'm meant to grow not stay the same
The gears up stairs I keep em grinding
Gotta get away from all confinement
Been a star so bitch I'm shinning
Apply the pressure make a diamond
(Yeah yeah I just had to get away)
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Writer(s): Logan Jakubowicz
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