Get awayGet awayGet awayGet awayAncestors' blood, there's iron in the clayWe trauma bond, survivor's painFelt our way through the dark where I was raisedThe right moves made you smart where I was raisedSummertime fireflies light up what lays in the streetsWe were raised to walk by, just mind your business so weGet awayGet awayThe projects mean process where I was raisedAin't no gettin' out, they're designed to stayWhere the markets ain't super, process on your plateThen they process you for jail, funeral processionsDon't trust the process, I'm telling youSummertime fireflies light up what lays in the streetsWe were raised to walk by, just mind your business so weGet away, get away, get awayYes, get awayGet away, get away, get awayWhoa, get awayGet away, get away, get awayWhoa, get awayGet away, get away, get awayI, I'm a candle in the darkAnd I come from a divine sparkAnd I'm my ancestor's thoughtsAnd their wildest dreams, their wildest dreamsAnd I finish anything that I startAnd I, and I hockey-stick every chartAnd I know it's hard for them to handle that partBut here we are, look at me, look at me, I'm 'bout toGet away-ay-ayRight outside your door where I was raisedThey would go to war where I was raisedAin't no 10, 5, 1-year plan where I was raised'Cause a random back-and-forth, you could die that dayWhere the summertime fireflieslight up what lays in the streetsWe were raised to walk by, just mind your business so weWhoa, get away
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Ancestors' blood, there's iron in the clay
We trauma bond, survivor's pain
Felt our way through the dark where I was raised
The right moves made you smart where I was raised
Summertime fireflies light up what lays in the streets
We were raised to walk by, just mind your business so we
Get away
Get away
The projects mean process where I was raised
Ain't no gettin' out, they're designed to stay
Where the markets ain't super, process on your plate
Then they process you for jail, funeral processions
Don't trust the process, I'm telling you
Summertime fireflies light up what lays in the streets
We were raised to walk by, just mind your business so we
Get away, get away, get away
Yes, get away
Get away, get away, get away
Whoa, get away
Get away, get away, get away
Whoa, get away
Get away, get away, get away
I, I'm a candle in the dark
And I come from a divine spark
And I'm my ancestor's thoughts
And their wildest dreams, their wildest dreams
And I finish anything that I start
And I, and I hockey-stick every chart
And I know it's hard for them to handle that part
But here we are, look at me, look at me, I'm 'bout to
Get away-ay-ay
Right outside your door where I was raised
They would go to war where I was raised
Ain't no 10, 5, 1-year plan where I was raised
'Cause a random back-and-forth, you could die that day
Where the summertime fireflies
light up what lays in the streets
We were raised to walk by, just mind your business so we
Whoa, get away
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