Gotta get away.
The 16 seconds that make it.
Come on Mike.
Escapin the situation,
im out of the trap zone,
the ringer turned off on my cellular phone.
The interm mystery detector,
hold up, the silver money fold up, black and the cold must come in by midnight.
You've got to get away,
you've got to get away.
You've got to get away,
because we're here to stay.
My getaway is the boat;
P.O. 39, by the westside highway.
My skin is on point.
A more easier route,
police on my trail, i gotta slide away, move like express mail.
You've got to get away,
you've got to get away.
You've got to get away,
because we're here to stay.
You've got to get away,
you've got to get away.
You've got to get away,
because we're here to stay.
My imagination surprise you,
like the New York City subway;
third rail, one half is missing, three third fail.
Can't be tracked down by the phone; what if we lie by email?
We get up on them, the back alleys in, that look familiar in a highschool way.
We gotta get away.
We get up on the street, siren screams in red and blue.
Lonely streetlights that don't know my name, looks familar, we get up on them.
You've got to get away,
you've got to get away.
You've got to get away,
because we're here to stay.
You've got to get away,
you've got to get away.
You've got to get away,
because we're here to stay.