paroles de chanson Getaway - imjustxl

(I've just been coolin' and you know, people been in my business)
(It ain't gon' stay like that though)
(You know, I don't do nothing to none of these people, but these people wanna do something to me)
(And I ain't with it)

Need to find a getaway i might just hit Encino
I'm patching up my pain and ain't no one can live like me though
Every move I make a gamble, ain't talkin casino
I put my stress up in a j, I live life like Young Beano
I give no fucks bout what they thinking
I get high to hide my pain
I pop a perc and pour that drank in
I'm spinning off that Mary Jane
I'm out my mind like "what I'm thinking?"
I just been getting through the rain
I can't get up, I just been sinking
And all this shit don't feel the same
I'm getting money, getting money, run it up all day
I trust my homies, they my brothers, I can't lose them one day
Roll that pack and roll another, I've been rolling all day
On my hip a louie buckle, like designer junkies

It's really levels to this shit, feel like I came straight from the bottom
Just a few years ago, I ain't have shit. ain't no one lend a dollar
You better not run up on me homie, I be totin' on that chopper
Just a few days ago, I dropped some bands on Bape, Balenciaga
I swear to God I want this pain to end, it's causing all these problems
Swerve the car, I've gone insane again, I wanna catch some oppas
I'm totin' rods, I'm on they end again, you know I spot em' got em'
And I ain't sippin' mud out double cups, I'm drinkin out the bottle

Need to find a getaway i might just hit Encino
I'm patching up my pain and ain't no one can live like me though
Every move I make a gamble, ain't talkin casino
I put my stress up in a j, I live life like Young Beano
I give no fucks bout what they thinking
I get high to hide my pain
I pop a perc and pour that drank in
I'm spinning off that Mary Jane
I'm out my mind like "what I'm thinking?"
I just been getting through the rain
I can't get up, I just been sinking
And all this shit don't feel the same
I'm getting money, getting money, run it up all day
I trust my homies, they my brothers, I can't lose them one day
Roll that pack and roll another, I've been rolling all day
On my hip a louie buckle, like designer junkies