Artist: Big K.R.I.T. f/ Rolynne Anderson Album: 4eva Is a Mighty Long Time Song: Get Away Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: sample of "Sleepy People" by Bettye Crutcher] Sleepy people, sleepy people Tell me what's going on in your mind Sleepy people, sleepy people How can you sleep in these troubled times, times? (WAKE UP~!!!) [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] I got to get away from that bullshit that they on I got to get away from that bullshit that they on I got to get away from that bullshit that they on I got to get away from that bullshit that they on Err'body, err'body, get your glow on Err'body, err'body, get your glow on Err'body, err'body, get your glow on Err'body, err'body, get your glow on (what!) [Big K.R.I.T.] I put the piece on - CHAIN, I did that shit for the haters Made in the image of greatness, I got that there from my maker Skipped over the minor - LEAGUES, and took that shit to the majors Fuck all that salt they was tossin, sauce got plenty of flavor I'm on my shine like a chrome - GRILL, when the sun out like gold - SPILL That plate on the time machine that sat on some chrome WHEELS For all of them busters that fakin front like they for the cause Blockin the shots you takin cause they know you 'bout to ball on these HOES King Tut with the GOLD, escapin all on the LOW Prison system en-ROLLED, big time hope that you CHOKE All that bullshit that they servin I come from where you whip it in the kitchen 'til it's twerkin out the pot Put my faith in God even when it's dark, I won't stop Flip them high beams on, hit the gas to the top I got love for my people, they got love for me I know my power, what I'm worth and they bullshit-free [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] I put that house on HILL, just to startle the neighbors Pull up, subwoofers still quakin, let it be known that I made it From the box that they put me in because of my Nubian skin Now I rollerskate in cul-de-sacs on TWENTY-TWEN-TWENS Oh Lord~! There goes the neighborhood I'm whippin and dippin, them law won't stop me but wish they could But the tag HOOD, digi dash GOOD, nothing wrong HERE Big BANK, fuck what you THANK, I belong here on these HOES Ain't nothin stoppin me on my mission Set my team up, raise my ring up if you play our position Out the park when I swing, it don't matter who pitchin Boobie Miles under lights, hater this God-given I can't wait on the government, got to do it myself Stack all my chips up, never gon' slip-up case my folks need some help Hey, I got love for my people, they got love for me I know my power and what I'm worth and they bullshit-free [Chorus] [Sample of "Sleepy People" by Bettye Crutcher] Sleepy people, sleepy people Tell me what's going on in your mind Sleepy people, sleepy people How can you sleep in these troubled times, times? [Outro: Rolynne Anderson] (Big K.R.I.T.) I gotta get away, gotta get away I gotta get away, gotta get away I gotta get away, ohhh Gotta get away, ohhh, ohhhh Ohh, hey, ohhh, get away I gotta get away I gotta get away, oh I gotta get away (We're goin, we're goin {*repeat until fade*})