Get Away

Aye, say she wanna get away, say she wanna take a trip, she wanna get away
Miami on the beach, getting lost for the day, writing hearts in the sand, don't care what they say
Yeah I came from the trenches and you know that, but you be steady hanging with me like a coat rack

Twisting backwoods, you lift me up just like the low jack, and I run fast on these tracks like a four flat
We gon' knock em' down, I told em' show me where the door at, lacing up my Yeezy boots, told em' show me where the war at
It's time to bat, I told em' show me where they arms at, like I'm playing baseball, I'm in the field with a hard hat
Yeah we be taking trips, and we be counting racks, yeah we be taking trips, and we be counting stacks

And she gon' get away with me, these other niggas wack, can't wait to get her in my bed and hit her like this pack
Narley



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Writer(s): Nathan Davis
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