Munch the Artist - Get Away Lyrics

Get away get away get away I had to get away

I had to get away I wanted a different route
The fame they were chasing I wanted a different clout
Speak less listen more to see what I'm about
What it takes to sustain your reign when in a drought
I played the long game no I never been a sprinter
Pass my team batons I don't have to be the winner
Cause when we all cross the line we all take a seat at dinner
And toast to the life we create as we enter
Tuff times yea it's several of the fittest
Let the gram tell it it's survival of the littest
The most that's really popping never tell you how they did it
Cause this world is filled with weirdos
And their style I just don't get it
But who am I to judge I'm just trying to paint a picture
Cause you got a couple dollars that don't really make you richer
The goal is to elevate the picture is much bigger cause if i tell you how I did it Then I promise you'll be quicker When you get away

I had to get away
Get away
Get away
Getaway
I had to get away ugh
I had to get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
I had to get away
From this
From you
So I ugh
I had to get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
I had to get away ugh
I had to get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
I had to get away

I had to get away from the pain and prosecution
Drug deals crooked cops murders and looting
It wasn't easy but a nigga made it out
Couldn't follow your path so I took my own route
It was a jungle full of lions and bears
And if you serving baseheads might end up lying there dead
See where I'm from you gotta have heart
And these lying ass nigga wasn't there from the start
Cause I'm baltimore home of the wire
Where Freddie gray lost his life and it started a riot
And the media took pictures to portrait us as rebels
I'm mean we living in hell but we all ain't devils
We got Crooked politician pulling strings like geppetto
In a city full of losers they ain't handing out metals
When you coming from the dirt all you know is dishevel
So when you 6 feet under corruption and ruble
Toting 9's and pushing packs get you an eruption of trouble.
It's like we stuck in a bubble
The way that we struggle
They want us to fumble
So they put us in a huddle
And hand us a puzzle called life
And expect us not to hustle
Just to make it out this funnel of strife
But I'm clinching my intellectual knife to burst through and show you Alternative route
You don't have to be a gangster to show you have clout see I'm the fluid that You need I'm a drought I'm airing it Out my lyrics hit you right in the mouth
So take a time out
To walk the the alternative route
Then maybe one day you will find the the a way to get way

I had to get away
Get away
Get away
Getaway
I had to get away ugh
I had to get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
I had to get away
From this
From you
So I ugh
I had to get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
I had to get away ugh
I had to get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
I had to get away