The Let Out - J. Cole (Impressão)

Step, step

Will I make it home? (Step)

Only God knows (step)

Inside of the club on a wall, she was right to the side of me

Couldn't tell there was danger around, 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 fuck 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 you rap, you know

The way that you put on the Ville but you barely come back no more

My radar is up, I know this is [?] with a separate [load?]

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 to go back home)

But you gotta get the– but you gotta get the fuck out of here

Fuck out of here, fuck out of here, fuck out of here, fuck out of here (but you can't stay, can't stay)

When the lights come on (when those lights start turning on)

Everybody, get the– everybody, get the fuck out of here

Fuck out of here, fuck out of here, fuck out of here, fuck out of here (you can't stay, can't stay)

Ooh, 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' bandannas 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, step (nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, not right now, right now, no)

Yes, it happened to me, my nigga (keep walking, keep walking, keep walking)

Let's go this way, right here

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?)

Only God, only God, only God knows

Will I make it home? (Will I make it home?)

Only God knows, only God knows if I'ma ever get back to you

Ooh, 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 time turn violent

At the let out

Ooh, 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?

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