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The Let Out (Explicit) - J. Cole
Lyrics by：Steve Bilodeau/Jermaine Cole/Tyler Williams
Composed by：Steve Bilodeau/Jermaine Cole/Tyler Williams
Produced by：T-Minus/Steve Bilodeau
Step step
Step step
Will I make it home? Step
Will I make it home? Step
Only God knows Step
Only God knows Step
Inside of the club on a wall she was right there beside me
Couldn't tell there was danger around me damn she blinded me
"Please watch your step" I heard from a concerned gentlemen
He was 'bout my age with a face that displayed he was genuine
"Be safe" he said"Heard niggas who was loud in the hallway
By the bathroom door they was plottin' on you and your compadres"
So I sobered up quick with a heightened sense of fear in me
What the **** you doin' in the 'Ville with no security?
Yeah they'll say they love you but trust that don't mean anything
Somebody gon' hate you for what? It could be anything
The way that you walk you talk the way that you rap you know
The way that you put on the 'Ville but you barely come back no more
My radar is up I notice this dude with his hat real low
The vibe is negative I'm telling shawty"We got to go"
And at the same moment I swear that the lights came on
The DJ was yellin' some shit on the microphone he said
Yeah you ain't got to go home Oh you ain't got to go back home
But you gotta get the—but you gotta get the **** out of here
**** out of here **** out of here **** out of here
But you can't stay can't stay
When the lights come on Yeah when those lights start turning on
Everybody get the—everybody get the **** out of here
**** out of here **** out of here **** out of here
You can't stay can't stay can't stay
Oh will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Oh will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Will we survive the let out? Will we survive the—
She got the type of thang you can't even find no more
They play the type of games I don't be around no more
I see some niggas that tyin' bandanas on they face
Hop in the trunk that's where the hammers always lay
I'm tryna find a way to get to the parking spot
Feel like a mile away I got to get off the block
Shawty done stopped and put her hands around my waist
And told me"I want you" Damn
Step Nah nah nah nah nah not right now right now no
Yes it happened to me my nigga
And please believe me when I tell you it can happen to you
Niggas on some weird shit
Proceed with caution thinkin' they stalkin' your moves
Pistols be sparkin' leaving your thoughts on your shoes
Outside of the club paranoid with keys in my hand
Heard the shots ring out full survival instincts we ran
Will I make it home? Will I make it home?
Will I make it home? Will I make it home?
Only God only God only God knows
Will I make it home? Will I make it home?
Will I make it home?
Only God knows only God knows if I'ma ever get back to you
Oh will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Oh will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
In a hood near you In a hood near you
There's a late-night gathering of souls in the parking lot shortly
After the club close 'cause niggas don't wanna go home
But it won't be long 'fore somebody start wildin'
Shots start firin' and good times turn violent
At the let out
Oh will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Oh will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
Will we survive the let out? Will we survive the let out?
