Get Away Lyrics - The Warm Up - J. Cole

LA, NC, NY, the Chi 

Yea - hey 

Yea 

I wake up, hop out the shower 

Spray cologne on while I'm dressin 

They hollin bout recessions, 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 gone put a weapon out this way 

Cause I don't got no strap 

And ever since we hit Depression niggas don't know how to act 

In fact, there go some niggas there 

Hatin I feel the stare 

Me vs. you shining, that's like a diamond and silverware 

Let ya'll feel the glare I gotta go now 

I'm riding through the city with the windows rolled down 

Shawty hollin, so I pull 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 blowin up, hey is it true fired up? 

I say girl they wasn't kiddin like they tubes tied up 

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I'm hollin 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 

And tell me whats work without play 

All my niggas hollin hey 

Good god what a day 

Hey babygirl, tell me, can you get away 

Where ain't nobody hollin bout the problems of the world 

Its just me and my favorite girl 

Now all around they holla 

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Okay so word been spreadin, that I done jetted to New York 

I was up there doin my thang 

So now some folks I used to know is hollin out J. Cole! 

I gotta chuckle cause I know they use to say Jermaine 

So who changed? 

What's in a name though, when niggas can't hang on your shoe strings 

The flow insane plus I got that flame throw, that Lou Cain 

Even in the winter, we bring, feelings of summer, Suzanne 

We get them hooks 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 forreal 

You actin like you trill nigga you betta not 

You talkin out yo' ass you finna get your head rocked 

This is where they shoot em sideways 

Boys gettin blazed 

Can't afford to fly so we get high to get away 

Now come here ladies, see we tryna get ya'll loose, pour it up 

Take this juice we gone mix it with this Goose, don't throw it up 

I'm hollin 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 

And tell me whats work without play 

All my niggas hollin hey 

Good god what a day 

Hey babygirl, tell me, can you get away 

Where ain't nobody hollin bout the problems of the world 

Its just me and my favorite girl 

Now all around they holla 

Yea - hey - yea