Yeah...there's comes a time in your life,
when you need to get away from all the stress and the drama,
baby mamas, baby papas...yeah...yo Day, sing it for them...

Seems like I'm the only one who feels this way,
another rainy day on my parade...
I can't take the pain no more, I'm out the door,
don't know where I'm goin', but it's killin' me so...

I think I'm gonna get away, I think I'm gonna fly away, far away...
I think I'm gonna get away, I think I'm gonna fly away, far away...

I need to get away to find myself,
I'm tired of all the stress, I need to be free, yeah...
I've never once in my life been this down,
don't want nobody around, and it's killin' me, oh...

I think I'm gonna get away, I think I'm gonna fly away, far away...
I think I'm gonna get away, I think I'm gonna fly away, far away...

You want to be high, uh, you want to fly wit' Guy,
uh, you want to get away, uh, then fly wit' Day...
You want to be high, uh you want to fly wit' Guy,
uh, you want to get away, uh, then fly wit' Day...

I think I'm gonna get away, I think I'm gonna fly away, far away...
I think I'm gonna get away, I think I'm gonna fly away, far away...

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Writer(s): JOHN LEE SMITH, RAY RIDDLE