Hook
I don't want to be here
I'll be your hide away, Can we get away
If only for a night
That's alright with me
Baby I just want to chill with you
You give me chills when I be chilling with you
I can runaway with you
And we can do whatever you want to do
Verse 1
Let's get it
Blowing bags, I mean we really blowing cash
Backwoods, she sing like Keisha Cole and she got a ass
Life's a gamble, rush n roulet
Give me a night I'll change your life if you take up the bet
Corvette when you get out the jet
Diamonds glowing around my neck
Atlantic calling, Def Jam stalling still bout to cash a check
Turn up with low life's, real enough to be my wife
My other girl pretty but she petty and its more to life
This a small town, I do bigger things
Blogs, radios, videos, I got bigger dreams
Got a bigger team, by myself at most times
Never did cocaine I got addicted to rhymes
Im 28 this my prime, last year lost my mind
Life's so crazy, got a baby so I'm back on my grind
Just the thought of giving up when no-one had my back
Is what made me call you to make this radio slap
Bridge
I know how it gets sometimes
At times you need to get away
Well I'm the one to always call
And you can always swing my way
Baby you aint got no worries
You know, they good things take time.. dB FRE$H
Verse 2
Aint nowhere to go sometimes the whole world on my coat tail
High speed chases before that it was no bail
My name Jarrell, baby I get more mail
Me and Bre headed to Cali just for bags from Chanel
At first my life was hell, had to hustle for better days
Moms in the church praying God forgive my ways
And yeah I wrote my way
I still can pave the way
As long as I don't die or go to jail, I'm a get the pay
Baby mama stressing me, family keep on testing me
At times I need to get away, baby get some rest with me
You bring out the best in me, No Limits Master P
Red bottoms boarding flights spend sometime with a G
Hit Miami south beach, drop top cruising streets
Ocean boats in San Diego aint no land when we eat
You know how it get that's why you the one Im with
Runaway with me, baby live a lil bit
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Hook
I don't want to be here
I'll be your hide away, Can we get away
If only for a night
That's alright with me
Baby I just want to chill with you
You give me chills when I be chilling with you
I can runaway with you
And we can do whatever you want to do
Verse 1
Let's get it
Blowing bags, I mean we really blowing cash
Backwoods, she sing like Keisha Cole and she got a ass
Life's a gamble, rush n roulet
Give me a night I'll change your life if you take up the bet
Corvette when you get out the jet
Diamonds glowing around my neck
Atlantic calling, Def Jam stalling still bout to cash a check
Turn up with low life's, real enough to be my wife
My other girl pretty but she petty and its more to life
This a small town, I do bigger things
Blogs, radios, videos, I got bigger dreams
Got a bigger team, by myself at most times
Never did cocaine I got addicted to rhymes
Im 28 this my prime, last year lost my mind
Life's so crazy, got a baby so I'm back on my grind
Just the thought of giving up when no-one had my back
Is what made me call you to make this radio slap
Bridge
I know how it gets sometimes
At times you need to get away
Well I'm the one to always call
And you can always swing my way
Baby you aint got no worries
You know, they good things take time.. dB FRE$H
Verse 2
Aint nowhere to go sometimes the whole world on my coat tail
High speed chases before that it was no bail
My name Jarrell, baby I get more mail
Me and Bre headed to Cali just for bags from Chanel
At first my life was hell, had to hustle for better days
Moms in the church praying God forgive my ways
And yeah I wrote my way
I still can pave the way
As long as I don't die or go to jail, I'm a get the pay
Baby mama stressing me, family keep on testing me
At times I need to get away, baby get some rest with me
You bring out the best in me, No Limits Master P
Red bottoms boarding flights spend sometime with a G
Hit Miami south beach, drop top cruising streets
Ocean boats in San Diego aint no land when we eat
You know how it get that's why you the one Im with
Runaway with me, baby live a lil bit
I don't want to be here
I'll be your hide away, Can we get away
If only for a night
That's alright with me
Baby I just want to chill with you
You give me chills when I be chilling with you
I can runaway with you
And we can do whatever you want to do
Verse 1
Let's get it
Blowing bags, I mean we really blowing cash
Backwoods, she sing like Keisha Cole and she got a ass
Life's a gamble, rush n roulet
Give me a night I'll change your life if you take up the bet
Corvette when you get out the jet
Diamonds glowing around my neck
Atlantic calling, Def Jam stalling still bout to cash a check
Turn up with low life's, real enough to be my wife
My other girl pretty but she petty and its more to life
This a small town, I do bigger things
Blogs, radios, videos, I got bigger dreams
Got a bigger team, by myself at most times
Never did cocaine I got addicted to rhymes
Im 28 this my prime, last year lost my mind
Life's so crazy, got a baby so I'm back on my grind
Just the thought of giving up when no-one had my back
Is what made me call you to make this radio slap
Bridge
I know how it gets sometimes
At times you need to get away
Well I'm the one to always call
And you can always swing my way
Baby you aint got no worries
You know, they good things take time.. dB FRE$H
Verse 2
Aint nowhere to go sometimes the whole world on my coat tail
High speed chases before that it was no bail
My name Jarrell, baby I get more mail
Me and Bre headed to Cali just for bags from Chanel
At first my life was hell, had to hustle for better days
Moms in the church praying God forgive my ways
And yeah I wrote my way
I still can pave the way
As long as I don't die or go to jail, I'm a get the pay
Baby mama stressing me, family keep on testing me
At times I need to get away, baby get some rest with me
You bring out the best in me, No Limits Master P
Red bottoms boarding flights spend sometime with a G
Hit Miami south beach, drop top cruising streets
Ocean boats in San Diego aint no land when we eat
You know how it get that's why you the one Im with
Runaway with me, baby live a lil bit
Writer: JARRELL DEANDRE' CURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave