paroles de chanson No Getaway - Sims feat. Travla

Roll up in the city skate everything
Glide up to store break everything
Fly into the bank take everything
Damn
No getaway plan

Lil thrasher boy, smirk and destroy
Burn til it′s ash, make all the noise
Since younger days baton stay composed
Take all the weight, ain't nothing tho
I know these turns like the back of my hands
They still surprise like the lines on my face
Enter Minneapolis inner city outer space
Still a kid in many ways ripping through the alleyways

Switch Ollie, flip folly
Get right or get left
Go big or get bodied
Mind interface body freak polygrams
Look like liar in his tooth while he beat polygraphs
Look at him looking heavy as the head he hangs
I don′t think it matters
That don't mean it don't mean anything
Get free
Jettison dead weight
Effort over everything
Roll up in the city skate everything
Glide up to store break everything
Fly into the bank take everything
Damn
No getaway plan

It′s no getaway
Even though we see the interstate
Going hard as I innovate
Plugged in to the interface
Compelling where the music takes you
Derailing everything to break through
Realize that this is all without any other options that I can recall
But we′ll reach the finish line
Intertwined with the life that we find
Reaching for the stars still living blind
But keep the pace as you walk with the times
We break in but break out
Be detours no new routes
Knew it always existed now I'm enlisted
Hear over tunes when you listen

Roll up in the city skate everything
Glide up to store break everything
Fly into the bank take everything
Damn
No getaway plan