Текст песни Wale - The Get Away (Fly Away

[Talking:]
Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit
Uh, guess what's been on my mind?

[Hook:]
I've gots to get away, I gots to fly away
(Okay now pick it up and go, go,
Pick it up and go, pick it up and go, go)
I've gots to get away, I’ve got to fly away
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1:]
Look sometimes it ain't worth it
A lovely outer surface
A pity party I’m throwin'
Sometimes I feel so worthless
I feel my work ain't enough
I feel they praisin' too much
Or now they don't praise enough
Them n*ggas hate me for what?
One of us crazy, I’m frustrated
Disgusted with 'em
They shoopin' my religion
So muthaf*ck the system
And muthaf*ck the quota
And hail my color purple
And I ain't talkin' Oprah
It's me my eyes lower
I should have been a chauffeur
My driver's like no one
Well Rick James, Maury, Jane
Muthaf*ck ya sofa
I mean your couch I’m jokin'
I'm on the couch toastin'
A b*tch is nothin' but a dog
Who ain't house-broken

I'm in your spouse strokin'
What are my immorals
But most of the time
I lose my mind for divine oral
Ya'll define normal
That's why they don't get me
And there is no chemistry
With Joe schmo's in me

And those oppose in me
Have no souls indeed
I'm like a parapleg
I don't know defeat

[Talking:]
Or never felt it
We gone keep going

[Hook:]
I've gots to get away, I’ve gots to fly away
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I've gots to get away, I gots to fly away
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2:]
Visions of po-po, visions of sirens
Visions of handcuffs they comin' up
In my dreams, stomach is rumbling
They say I don't never smile
Or never say never though I admit
That it's been awhile

You never tire, might as well as inspire
And he who satisfy, might as well as retire
Them bastards is stagnant, my path's everlastin'
I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice
I refuse the ration allowed with these assholes
That naturally act like these raps is a mattress
To the yawners, to the sleepers
To be honest, I need ya
So my armor, can strengthen
So keep talkin' ya'll pieces, uh

I beach chair, with my malibu vision
Eatin no boo dishes, with my soul food princess
By the water, au revoir to my audience
Left my home alone, you can call me Macaulay b*tch

[Hook:]
I've gots to get away, I’ve gots to fly away
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I've gots to get away, I gots to fly away
Yeah, yeah, yeah