[Intro: J Cole]

LA, NC, NY, the Chi

Yeah, hey, yeah

[Verse 1: J Cole]

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"

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2: J Cole]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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