The Let Out

Step.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Step.

You're not making a step.

You're not making a step.

You're only God.

You're just God.

You're only God.

You're just God.

You're just God.

Then started the club on the wall.

She was rented inside me.

Couldn't tell that was there.

You're around me.

Then she blinded me.

Please watch your step out of her from a constant tournament.

He was about my age with a face that displayed it was genuine.

Be safe, he said.

He was like a loud and a homie.

But I've never done good.

I was about to know you and your go-to-watch race.

So I'm so bad up quick with the height in the sense of fear.

But the fuck you're doing and I've never done good.

No, it's a game.

No city like you're by truck.

I don't many things.

Somebody gonna hit you for money.

But it could be an easy day.

No way that you walk you're talking.

Wait that you're asking.

No way that you wouldn't have never done good.

But you barely come back.

I'm home.

I read our results.

But no this is doing it.

It's half a load of habits.

That guy that I'm telling show they mean God.

They don't.

And that's a moment I swear that their life's came on.

The DJ was yelling so shit on the microphone.

He said.

He got a tongue.

Oh, yeah.

He got a tongue.

But you're just God.

You're just God.

And fucking.

Oh God.

You're just God.

And fucking.

You're just God.

You're just God.

Uh-oh.

He said.

It's coming.

Without me.

It's coming.

You're just God.

Oh, oh.

He said.

Oh, oh.

Well, who's about to lie there?

What's about to lie there?

What's about to lie there?

What is about to lie there?

What's about to lie there?

So what's about to lie there?

What we't about to lie there?

Yeah, I will be so far half-duh

She got a type of thing, you can't even find them all

They've made a type of game, I don't mean around them all

I see some videos that type it in, there's only face

Hoping to chuck that sweat in, hammer's always late

I'm trying to find the way that gives it a pocket smile

Feel like I'm all away, I gotta get off the blind

Shotted a stop and put it in, there's a room I always told me

I want you

Yes, I have to believe my nigga

Believe me when I tell you we can't

I have the neighbors

From secret crush it, big and they stop and don't move

This took me sparking, and you're thundering the shoes

Outside of the club, every morning with keys in my head

Her the search ring out for survival, yes next week

Right

When I make it home, only God knows

Just only God knows if I'm happy

But to you

So we're wheezing about the land

We're wheezing about the land

We're wheezing about the land

We're wheezing about the land

We're wheezing about the land

We're wheezing about the land

We're wheezing about the land

And I heard near you

There's a late night gathering of souls

And the parking lot shut me after the club closed

Because liggas don't walk on

But when we're long for somebody's all wanted

Shots off iron, it's good time starting violent

It's the land out