Get Away

LA, NC, NY, the Chi Yeah, hey, yeah I wake up, hop out the shower, spray cologne on while I'm dressin' They hollering 'bout recession so my niggas out here stressin' But, bitch, I'm live and breathin', so to me, that there's a blessin' See life is like a test that I ain't never got no F in Steppin' out today I gotta leave the crib, mama stressin' out, I pray That ain't nobody gon' pull the weapon out and spray 'Cause I don't got no strap And ever since we hit depression, niggas don't know how to act, in fact There goes some niggas there, hatin', I feel the stare Me verse you shinin', that's like a diamond and silverware Let y'all feel the glare, I gotta go now I'm ridin' through the city with the windows rolled down, shorty hollered So I pulled up beside her, I'm frontin', "What's your name?" She told me, "Boy, you know me, don't play no games Now, look, they say you're blowin' up, hey, is it true?" Fired up I say, "Girl, they wasn't kiddin' like they tubes tied up" I'm hollerin', "Hey" Good God, what a day I gotta say it feels good to get away Where ain't nobody stressin' over shit they gotta pay Ayy, tell me what's work without play? All my niggas hollerin', "Hey" Good God, what a day Hey, baby girl, tell me can you get away? Where ain't nobody hollerin' 'bout the problems of the world It's just me and my favorite girl Now all around, they holler Okay, so word been spreadin' That I done jetted to New York, I was up there doin' my thing So now, some folks I used to know is hollerin' out, "J. Cole" I gotta chuckle 'cause I know they used to say Jermaine, so who changed? What's in a name, though, when niggas can't hang on your shoestrings? The flow insane, plus I got that flamethrow, that Liu Kang Even in the winter, we bring feelings of summer, Suzanne We get them hooked like T-Pain, and scoop them hoes like loose change Can you blame me? I'm just a boy straight out the Ville These wanksta-ass niggas gettin' played out for real You actin' like you trill, nigga, you bet' not You talkin' out your ass, you finna get your head rocked This is where they shootin' sideways, boys gettin' blazed Can't afford to fly, so we get high to get away Now come here, ladies, see we tryna get you loose, pour it up Take this juice, we gon' mix it with this Goose, don't throw it up I'm hollerin', "Hey" Good God, what a day I gotta say it feels good to get away Where ain't nobody stressin' over shit they gotta pay Ayy, tell me what's work without play? All my niggas hollerin', "Hey" Good God, what a day Hey, baby girl, tell me can you get away? Where ain't nobody hollerin' 'bout the problems of the world It's just me and my favorite girl Now all around, they holler Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah