6 Above Zero – The Getaway lyrics

Verse 1:
John and Jim got a plan. Get a van lets go to that southern land. Maybe, there we can make it playing music. New York basements are getting kinda cold.
(So long New York).
We’re never going back. We’re never sure of that. All to make a song, yeah.
Okay, alright. So what, it’s taking long.

Verse 2:
Fort Lauderdale wasn’t home. Tampa bound we found there were gardens there. Uncle Junior got us in. What a trip, I’m hip! Hey guys, don’t ever let the music slip.
(We got away.)
Captive in Brandon town. Again we’re Tampa bound. All to make a song, yeah.
Okay, I’m wise! Why don’t you try this on for size.

Chorus 1:
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.

Bridge:
Doug and Paul painting walls down the hall. Hear the sound up above. Why don’t you bring your sax along?

Verse 3:
Now and then, got the plan. Here’s a band to work out those melodies and those harmonies. “You know that lingering look was all it took to get you on the hook”.
Elmira is… Where we’ve been coming from. Who is there favorite son. All to make a song. Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah.

Solo

Chorus 2:
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.

LIL WAYNE – Fingers Hurting lyrics

[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 1]
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurtin
Let my bitches help, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I’ma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ bout the third ward
The D.A. was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch body curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her n*gger taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin’ on chinchilla, boy, I’m cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave on my Roots part two sh*t
Gotta let ’em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I’m home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin’ the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin’ bananas
I’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y’all shippin’ keys, we shippin’ grand pianos
I’m in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I’m gone, two fingers up, bitch, I’m gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin’ my destiny going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I’m on is private, my very own
So no checkin’ my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it’s on

[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 2]
Now I don’t get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don’t get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don’t do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin’ all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’
Let my bitches help me, ‘fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ’bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin’ suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin’, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it’s the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I’m so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and sh*t
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch