[Verse 1: Jersey club female MC, Newark accent, on the bouncing kick] Two years with a boy from the Upper West Side Got a doorman, got a dog, got a trust fund he can't hide Every brunch with his people, it's the same little skit "Babe's from Jersey," and the table just falls out over it Then the girl with the bangs puts her mimosa down slow Goes, "Oh my God, what exit?" like she's dyin' to know And they howl, and he howls, and he pats on my knee Like the joke is on Newark and the punchline is me So I smile and say, "Fifteen E," nice and sweet And they laugh even harder at the girl in the seat [Hook: Jersey club female MC] You wanna know what exit? Go 'head, ask me again Fifteen E off the Turnpike, that's the where and the when Every time that you ask it, I'm a little more gone You wanna know what exit, baby? This one [Verse 2: Jersey club female MC, tighter, bed-squeak every fourth bar] Thanksgiving at his mother's, got a table for twelve She says, "Jersey girls are fun," like I'm a doll on a shelf His boys on the couch do the accent for sport Sayin' "cawfee" and "tawk" like they're filin' a report At his cousin's wedding, they sat me by the door Next to Uncle Teddy and the man who mops the floor Then his brother takes the mic for the toast with a smile Says, "We love you, what exit?" and the room goes wild And Preston's in the corner with his hand on his chest Laughin' so damn hard that he spills on his vest I'm a Brick City woman, I was raised on the Ave And you wear me like a souvenir you're proud that you have [Hook: Jersey club female MC] You wanna know what exit? Go 'head, ask me again Fifteen E off the Turnpike, that's the where and the when Every time that you ask it, I'm a little more gone You wanna know what exit, baby? This one [Instrumental: Jersey club kick and bed-squeak sample, four bars] [Verse 3: Jersey club female MC, the kick doubling, ending on the answer line] Sunday mornin' in his loft, and the coffee's gone cold I got sneakers in a bag and my grandmother's gold He wakes up and he squints at the boxes in the hall Says, "Babe, where you goin'?" like he don't know at all Two years I was the joke that your friends liked to tell Two fuckin' years I said "Fifteen E" real well Every laugh was a mile, every brunch was a sign Every "Jersey" was a dollar, now I'm cashin' out mine Car service at the curb, and the driver's from the Ave Says, "You goin' home, mama?" Best news I had You can keep the dog, the doorman, and the view of the park I'ma be on the Turnpike, and I'm home before dark And your friends can talk shit at the brunch on the pier It's the door at your back, Preston, that's the exit right here [Hook: Jersey club female MC] You wanna know what exit? Go 'head, ask me again Fifteen E off the Turnpike, that's the where and the when Every time that you ask it, I'm a little more gone You wanna know what exit, baby? This one [End]
