No Getaway - Sims, Travla

Roll up in the city skate everything

Glide up to store break everything

Fly into the bank take everything

Damn

No getaway plan

Lil thrasher boy, smirk and destroy

Burn til it’s ash, make all the noise

Since younger days baton stay composed

Take all the weight, ain’t nothing tho

I know these turns like the back of my hands

They still surprise like the lines on my face

Enter Minneapolis inner city outer space

Still a kid in many ways ripping through the alleyways

Switch Ollie, flip folly

Get right or get left

Go big or get bodied

Mind interface body freak polygrams

Look like liar in his tooth while he beat polygraphs

Look at him looking heavy as the head he hangs

I don’t think it matters

That don’t mean it don’t mean anything

Get free

Jettison deadweight

Effort over everything

It’s no getaway

Even though we see the interstate

Going hard as I innovate

Plugged in to the interface

Compelling where the music takes you

Derailing everything to break through

Realize that this is all without any other options that I can recall

But we’ll reach the finish line

Intertwined with the life that we find

Reaching for the stars still living blind

But keep the pace as you walk with the times

We break in but break out

Be detours no new routes

Knew it always existed now I’m enlisted

Hear over tunes when you listen

Roll up in the city skate everything

Glide up to store break everything

Fly into the bank take everything

Damn

No getaway plan