FX Juice - Getaway [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Not on a pedestal, not on a gold throne
Got a Small town kid in the big city out here fucking full grown 
I'm changing up pace, I'm breaking these bones
I'm breaking my back gotta find a way to pay back my loans
I think I see shit, I know It's not like I used to
I know I don't keep in contact with those I know I was close to
I know we're all the same too
Your heart, it might be cold too
But I know I don't like to walk along the fucking road that I know most do
I just ride the wave, I coast through
Smile and wave, I'm supposed to
What's up to all the homies and that barber with that gold tooth
My money kind of low too
Thank you for staying broke too
I ain't trippin', they'll soon wanna fuck with the riches that we onto, Right?

[Hook]
Home is where the heart is
Where's home for the heartless?
Speaking over silence, dark room filled up with an audience
Never seen it in my old days
Rather dream it in my old days
I'm here, I'm okay
Home ain't too hard to locate
That's my getaway (x2)

[Verse 2]
There's a lot that is moving, it's proven it's something that I cannot capture
Too much time that I'm spending on pointless shit I know don't make sense or matters
I think I need some shit that's rarely sold over the counter
San Jose now took me in and look at me, got ups and downers
What's up to all the homies, the girls that say they down for
Any invitation to a party they're in town for
Bring all the friends you want
Yeah, they welcome
Bring all the friends you want
I bet that when that You tell 'em
"Fuck it" is what they saying
"Don't throw up" is what they praying 
Going home at the time that the sun rise and knowing the sunlight is different from nights when you stay in
Now back in dorms, they realize college gets insane
And now she understand all of the shit older sis been saying 

[Hook]
Home is where the heart is
Where's home for the heartless
Speaking over silence, dark room filled up with an audience
Never seen it in my old days
Rather dream it in my old days
I'm here I'm okay
Home ain't too hard to locate
That's my getaway (x2)

[Verse 3]
Here's a toast to the young ones
Who ain't trying to have young ones
And young guns and young bloods
Misguided running around trying to sell blunts
I feel
We just trying to make a living, right?
Trying to get my moms to live alright
Northern Cali factor 
Colusa County rapper 
Chopped up a new chapter 
Here's the end that I chase after:
A room full of women, a bottle full of laughter
Some money to the ceiling, man, I hope I need a ladder

Bitch, that's my getaway
That's my getaway