作词 : Bryan Sledge/Karriem Riggins/Samora Pinderhughes/Destin Choice Route/Simmie Sims III/Khalid Muhammed
 作曲 : Bryan Sledge/Karriem Riggins/Samora Pinderhughes/Destin Choice Route/Simmie Sims III/Khalid Muhammed
 ** the Chicago Kid：
 Haha, haha
 It's on your brain again, huh
 It's like a double sin
 The way you think about gettin' it in
 And I'ma say it again, say it like-like
 Haha, haha
 Yeah, it's on your brain again, huh
 It's like a double sin
 The way you think about gettin' it in
 I'm gettin' in
 Ever lay cold in bed at night? (Yeah)
 Missin' me 'cause your heart wasn't right (Uh huh)
 Then you close your eyes and you think of me (Yeah)
 Since you can't sleep, since you've been daydreamin'
 Wishin' we could get away, get away
 You roll up, you po' up liquor
 Thoughts won't get away, get away
 My number done changed, so we can't talk, so
 Now you see me on the television (Television)
 Then you hear me on the radio (Radio)
 Then you hit my best friend and ask him if he have my number
 Then he hit you with the "hell no"
 This ***** better get away, get away
 I'm so sorry, it's so disrespectful
 You really need to get away, get away
 The crazy part is you don't know I be thinkin' of you
 The same time you be thinkin' of me
 From stage to studio, to pickin' out new wardrobes
 In these showrooms, the top floors, wish I could five time her
 Get away, get away
 ****, I should fly you out, so you can get away, get away
 Kent Jamz：
 You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, yeah (I'll go to Houston then Atlanta, baby)
 When we **** it feel like Vegas (Feel like Vegas)
 When I'm freakin' you
 Mm-mm-mm-mm (Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let's go shoppin' in Paris
 ******' in Tokyo, what you want?)
 You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
 When we **** it feel like Vegas (Vegas)
 When I'm freakin' you (Freakin' you)
 All up in your V, your V (Freakin' you)
 Buddy：
 There's gotta be something better to talk about
 Ask a stupid question, I'm walking out
 I highly doubted I would make it out of my mama house
 So finally got up off the couch, a ***** had to
 Get away, get away
 Find a little space, catch a **** by myself, really
 Get away, get away
 This the first time that I felt good in a long time
 There's gotta be better ways we can get along
 I say my opinion, you take it wrong
 You always bringin' up you heard about another ***** I was ******' on
 Sometimes I just need me a second girl, you make me wanna
 Get away, get away
 Smoke something, drink something, ride around the city
 Just get away, get away
 Chillin' with the homies, gettin' high 'til I forgot about it
 Callin' my other ***** on the telephone
 Gotta be somewhere better I belong
 I'm tired of everybody out here that be tryna get me to string along
 They don't even know who they frontin' on
 It's best that you get away, get away
 You want fly on a plane with a ***** like me, baby?
 Get away, get away
 Yeah, well I'm tryna do the same thing, let's go
 Kent Jamz：
 You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, yeah
 (I'll go to Houston then Atlanta, baby)
 When we **** it feel like Vegas (Feel like Vegas)
 When I'm freakin' you
 Mm-mm-mm-mm (Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let's go shoppin' in Paris
 ******' in Tokyo, what you want?)
 You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
 When we **** it feel like Vegas (Vegas)
 When I'm freakin' you (Freakin' you)
 All up in your V, your V (Freakin' you)
 JID：
 ******* with a ***** like me, she gotta be sick in the head too
 Three o' clock, watch the moon, that's the goal
 Adios, my heart broken, it hurt, I know that it ain't personal
 I gotta get away, tryna be calm, cool, collected, smooth
 But I look at your beautiful gluteus maximus
 Toot it and boot it, something wrong, who would've knew it
 Studying like I'ma student, but I'm still stupid
 Tryna get you Gucci with the real Louis
 And I gotta thank the Lord 'cause he will do it
 For a real ***** who been really on the road movin'
 Wanna be alone, tell the whole world get away
 I be in my own world, I'm my own man with my old man mind
 Inside a young man body, third eye, third leg
 ***** don't stand by me, these are not Versace
 Kent Jamz：
 They still pulled up with the drac' and mink coat, Versace
 Your favorite rapper mad, so he copy me
 I ****** his ***** up in his bed
 He pulled up and I still ain't wanna get away, get away
 I been drinkin' 'cause we know you spend a long time, let's get away, get away
 You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, yeah
 (I'll go to Houston then Atlanta, baby)
 When we **** it feel like Vegas (Feel like Vegas)
 When I'm freakin' you
 Mm-mm-mm-mm
 (Let's go smokin' in Amsterdam, let's go shoppin' in Paris
 ******' in Tokyo, what you want?)
 You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
 When we **** it feel like Vegas (Vegas)
 When I'm freakin' you (Freakin' you)
 All up in your V, your V (Freakin' you)
 ** the Chicago Kid：
 Haha, haha
 It's on your brain again, huh
 It's like a double sin
 The way you think about gettin' it in
 And I'ma say it again, say it like-like
 Haha, haha