Tom Orlando - Getaway Lyrics

My pockets bled, Im filled with dred, My thoughts are death
But chose to get my shit in check
Still I wake up for the grind
Cause I know that I can make it big
Trynna make it til I getaway

Been told my entire life that i was a failiure
Always compared to other family members
Its like it wasnt enough to dream big or to follow my passion
I always stood right out from the crowd and made my own venture
I never listened to all the advice that was given just saying to go out and follow a path
I tried to make due of the situation that was given and fell right upon in my hands
And I keep on hearing the people I care about telling me that I should give up on rap
While I head out to college and get a diploma
For lawyers or doctors or anything other than that
Fuck that
I do what I want
I been through hell
Through all of the traumatic that ive seen
From lines on the desk
To swat breaking in
Life wasnt that easy
But fuck if I could get a break
I travel to Paris and getaway
Making a couple of mil in a day
Performing for all of my fans know that Im reppin all til the end
On air we up here in Ottawa willing to say we the best in the league
I keep on learning this shit
Uppin my skill killin a track
Thats the way Ill make it
And know Ill catch my break

You know I keep on fighting till I go out winning
Keep on getting knocked back down but still I get up til I finish this
Dont really know how much more I can really take
Until I fucking break but know Im keeping on my faith
Lost a couple friends, My heart was broke, Im filled with debt
My pockets bled, Im filled with dred, My thoughts are death
But chose to get my shit in check.
Still I wake up for the grind
Cause I know that I can make it big
Trynna make it til I getaway