{"id":82476,"created_at":"2019-07-22 03:58:44","updated_at":"2021-04-11 10:09:33","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2019-07-22 03:58:44","original_id":null,"artist_id":13053,"title":"Getaway","slug":"getaway","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"[Verse 1]\r\nThey say that my actions are that of a junkie\r\ncoz I pop pills, sniff powder guess that they might be right \r\nand sadly it all started with weed.\r\nI was young and naive when i started smoking the leave\r\nI wanted to fit in . I wanted to be cool.\r\nIt started hittin . I felt like I was part of a crew.\r\nUs against the world, yeah we stoners.\r\nAddicted to the trip , I was only smoking local.\r\nLooked in music vids , they all smoking purple.\r\nI moved onto stronger strains , some of which i don't know the name.\r\nA therapists once asked me for list I'm on it : Skunk, Durban Poison, Hydro Ponic\r\nGirl Scout Cookies and yeah did I mention the Chronic.\r\nI miss the days of carrying a pack of rizlas.\r\nSmoking ciggies down till they are stingers, and reusing their filters.\r\nCome on!\r\n\r\n[Hook :Ora(Ophelia of the Spirits)]\r\n\r\n In my mind charity begins when I mess up(I will hold my silence)\r\nI receive my fix, the dehydration on my lips.(Like a weapon in my hand )\r\nTells the story of real love. When will it ever be enough ?( If I used it I would murder myself)\r\nWhen will it ever be enough ? (You could never understand)\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nIt was us against the world , me and my niggas\r\nand when we out of rizla we would use the bible.\r\nIt was taboo for most , \"like why are you using the bible\"\r\nWe were literally inhaling holy verses. It made people nervous .\r\nSome said they could see their demons, they could see their curses.\r\nI enjoyed the flow of it all like writing in cursive.\r\nFrom that day on I could not see myself in churches.\r\nWeed helped me unlock my purpose.\r\nI got caught ! Well basically I got ratted on.\r\nI don't blame the dude it was kinda my fault.\r\nFrom that day on I dabbled in and out .\r\nI would usually smoke if I was at a turn up\r\nbut it was never the same , every high felt the same\r\nand not to mention these kids who glamorise it .\r\nCome on!\r\n\r\n[Hook :Ora(Ophelia of the Spirits)]\r\n\r\n In my mind charity begins when I mess up(I will hold my silence)\r\nI receive my fix, the dehydration on my lips.(Like a weapon in my hand )\r\nTells the story of real love. When will it ever be enough ?( If I used it I would murder myself)\r\nWhen will it ever be enough ? (You could never understand)\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nFor some reason the high wasn't cool no more\r\nand before I moved on. \r\nI asked myself if I was sure I knew what I was \r\nheading in for .\r\nNow a couple of years later , i pop some pills\r\nand line up some white powder.\r\nCan you imagine the trip if you mix in some vodka\r\nIts an expensive lifestyle that I lead.\r\nAunty says the holy spirit that's what I need\r\nafter she caught me in her room stealing \r\nsome pain meds.\r\nI lied said that I had a pain in my head.\r\nSwallowed 5 of them the poison went straight to my head.\r\nI love the skyfall, I use it as a sign I should get some more.\r\nMy mind telling me stop fucking around with these rocks.\r\nTime is a dangerous thing cause it never stops\r\nand it's the only thing you can never get back.\r\nand that is why I'm writing this rap.\r\nCome on !\r\n\r\n[Hook :Ora(Ophelia of the Spirits)]\r\n\r\n In my mind charity begins when I mess up(I will hold my silence)\r\nI receive my fix, the dehydration on my lips.(Like a weapon in my hand )\r\nTells the story of real love. When will it ever be enough ?( If I used it I would murder myself)\r\nWhen will it ever be enough ? (You could never understand)\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n{Ophelia of the Spirits} (Ora)\r\nOh this will all fall down around you \r\nIn a house of cards it's just too hard \r\nNot to touch it \r\nSo it all falls down \r\n\r\nIt all falls down (It all falls down)\r\n(Our love for material things.\r\nOur selfish urges.\r\nAn alcoholic's love for pint of binge )\r\nRing a ring a rosy (A drug addict pierces through the underbelly of his skin with a syringe)\r\nA pocket full of posies(What is in the needle the feeling of love) \r\nA-tishu a-tishu (Is a drug a feeling of love)\r\nWe all fall down(I don't know my mind is to feeble , it's just a getaway)","download_count":102,"play_count":1,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-11","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5d3\/518\/4bb\/thumb_250146_300_300_0_0_crop.png","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}