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[Intro: David Ruffin] |
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Sometimes I think about it |
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And my poor heart wants to die about it |
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Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost |
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And the way I got double crossed |
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By a guy who was my friend, I see him now and then |
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But I pretend I'm doing fine, when I'm about to lose my mind |
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[Verse 1: J. Cole] |
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********** I grew up fast, then blew up fast |
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Money fallin out my pockets I got too much cash |
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Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass like goddamn |
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Well if you must ask |
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We from the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class |
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Half white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass |
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When I'm up in the V, police be ****** with me |
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No sir no license all I got here is this ****** degree |
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Move along ********** ain't nothin to see |
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Unless you talkin blockbusters, you **********s is not Russell |
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You more Diggy - me I'm more Biggie |
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No diss to the young boy im just rappin get bored quickly |
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Just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me |
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Show him the game let him finagle these whores with me |
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Run through they doors with me, hit the Ritz-Carlton for the night |
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Leave him there with two dykes probably change a ********** life right |
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What up Vanessa, I loved you that one semester |
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Thanks to my profession I balled like Uncle Fester |
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Thinkin about the board I use to have above the dresser |
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Half the ************t I wrote down I did it, its old now got |
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New goals, plus my money on Manute Bol |
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Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows |
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Tired of every chick sayin she models before she swallow |
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So I only ********** with hat tricks, ********** with a few goals |
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[Bridge] |
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**********s keep askin me how I feel how ya feel |
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It's Coleee |
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[Verse 2: J. Cole] |
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Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is |
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I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose |
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I'mma stack paper, hustle just to relax later |
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Serve **********s and bring change that's a waiter's purpose |
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Look how I made em nervous, **********s is shakin, I know they fakin' |
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Okay you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican |
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And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin' |
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And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love from Satan |
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For ****** Sanaa Lathan while Meagan Good is waitin' |
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I'm the deadbeat father of your little brother |
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In other words goddamnit I'm a bad mother********** |
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It's Cole, it's only right I brought back the soul |
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Y'all got way too electro, damn near techno |
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Halfway homo, way too metro |
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Hennesy XO, Cole flow special |
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Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row |
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Learn somethin boy, grow yo ass up |
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Cheap ********** if you was liquor I'd probably throw yo ass up |
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Matter a fact if you was grass I'd probably mow yo ass up |
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Last call for you old **********s go and pour yo last cup |
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[Outro: J. Cole] |
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Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole World |
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This ********** Ib...he's a ************ |
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He told me to talk ************t to you **********s, so I'mma talk my ************t |
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Dreamville in the building |
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I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss |
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But we'll get to that later; them ************ ass **********s... |
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My ********** Big Sean in the building |
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My ********** Canei on the beat |