J. Cole – 1985 lyrics

I heard one of em’ dissed me, I’m suprised
I ain’t trippin’, listen good to my reply
Come here lil’ man, let me talk with ya’
See if I can paint for you the larger picture
Congrats ’cause you made it out your mama’s house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin’
‘Cause that’s the way we eat here in this rap game
I’m f*ckin’ with your funky lil’ rap name
I hear your music and I know that rap’s changed
A bunch of folks would say that that’s a bad thing
‘Cause everything’s commercial and it’s pop now
Trap drums is the sh*t that’s hot now
See, I’ve been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I’m unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin’ fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact? These white kids love that you don’t give a f*ck
‘Cause that’s exactly what’s expected when your skin’s Black
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, f*ck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be Black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see them turnin’ up too
You hit the next city, collect your money when it’s due
You gettin’ that paper, swimmin’ in bitches, I don’t blame you
You ain’t thinkin’ ’bout the people that’s lookin’ like me and you
True, you got better sh*t to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread you done blew
I know you think this type of revenue is never endin’
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain’t true
One day, them kids that’s listening gon’ grow up
And get too old for that sh*t that made you blow up
Now your shows lookin’ light cause they don’t show up
Which unfortunately means the money slow up
Now you scramblin’ and hopin’ to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped ’cause you was ridin’ trends
Now you old news and you goin’ through regrets
‘Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain’t judgin’ you
I’m just tellin’ you what’s probably gon’ happen when you rappin’
‘Bout the type of sh*t you rappin’ ’bout
It’s a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I’m hoping for your sake that you ain’t dumb as you look
But if it’s really true what people sayin’
And you call yourself playin’ with my name
Then I really know you f*cked, trust
I’ll be around forever ’cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your sh*t flop
In five years you gon’ be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga 1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I’m grateful I survived
We wasn’t s’posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherf*cker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music they make is dumb
I remember I was 18
Money, n*gger, parties, I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin’ like they know somethin’ these days
Niggas actin’ woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin’ these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the f*ck am I?

Playboi Carti – Drop Lyrics

[Intro]
K-naan
Let go let go let go (drop drop drop)
Let go let go let go (drop drop drop)
Drop drop drop drop
[Hook]
Pouring up the lean, yeah that drop
Pull up to the party in the drop
Yeah these bitches see me and they drop
Drop drop drop drop drop drop (what)
Pouring up the red, yeah the drop
Yeah my niggas swaggin and we drop
Drop drop drop drop drop (what yeah)
In the drop
Pouring up the lean (yeah yeah yeah)
Shoutout to the plug (yeah yeah yeah)
Pouring up the drop (yeah yeah yeah)
Bitches come in fucking and they drop
All my niggas loaded you’d drop
Mercedes coupe, yeah the drop
Drop drop drop drop
All my niggas drippin and they drop
All these bitches fucking cus im up
You know im clouted up im booted up
Drop drop drop drop drop
[Verse]
Yeah you see me on the tv zooted up
All in vip we booted up
Ashley, fucked her in the ashton
Courtney, Damn hoe you boring (Aye Yeah turn it up)
Damn woke up in the morning
Chewing on my dick like bubblegum
Bitch like to fuck me for some fun
For some funds, they don’t get none
Drop drop drop drop
[Hook]
Pouring up the lean yeah that drop
Pull up to the party in the drop
Yeah these bitches see me and they drop
Drop drop drop drop drop drop (what)
Pouring up the red, yeah the drop
Yeah my niggas swaggin and we drop
Drop drop drop drop drop (what yeah)
In the drop
Pouring up the lean (yeah yeah yeah)
Shoutout to the plug (yeah yeah yeah)
What

Russ – Sore Losers Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
Y’all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah
[Verse]
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that’s arena talk
You still on your Training Day, you Ethan Hawke
Rappers with your get rich quick scheme gimmicks
Instead of hating you should focus on your sixteenth minute
We are not side by side, ain’t no split-screen image
I’ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticket
I’m just bathing in success, yeah I rinse clean with it
I put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot
I got blitzkrieg critics
They ain’t wastin’ no time
But I ain’t wastin’ no money, so I pay ’em no mind
That’s a lie, I be snappin’
That’s my fault, I’m adjustin’ to people spreadin’ lies about me
Just hatin’ and judging
For the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some clout
Shit’s been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth
Put my home in the South, 10K square feet
Name your favorite rappers now, let’s play “where’s he?”
Probably chasin’ a hit, probably lost in LA
Probably paying for likes, probably paying for plays
Probably owns a Corolla, but probably rents the Aventador
Business manager furious, like “What the fuck did you spend that for?”
Fuck y’all though, I’ma keep on winnin’
I got angels all around me, y’all can keep on sinnin’
‘Cause ain’t no way y’all are fuckin’ up my light light
I spent two million just on taxes, somethin’ light light
In hindsight, I was right all along, life of a don
Writin’ songs, all those hooks were a fight to get on
You gotta see it way before it happens, yes yes
I’ma be the greatest, I won’t settle for next best
Got your girl in her birthday suit, that’s best dressed
Plus she likes girls too like Ellen DeGeneres
First class Emirates that’s how I’m flyin’
SUVs on the tarmac, that’s how I’m arrivin’
Presidential treatment, ooh this life so good
White skin, they can’t believe that I got friends in the hood
I know the love songs and melodies throw y’all off
Don’t give a fuck about your face tats, we know y’all soft
People we know with face tats got them for a reason
You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you reachin’
A lot of kids are poppin’ xans and sippin’ lean now
A lot of rappers using Instagram to teach how
A lot of kids OD’ed that you don’t read ’bout
‘Cause they don’t follow rappers, they just follow fiends now
But I’m the bad guy for callin’ it out
I come in clutch with the truth, y’all are stallin’ it out
I only get in trouble when I say the truth
Which means you gettin’ fed lies everyday, you fools
Do your research before you try and speak on my name
Rappers wearing CZs and leasing the chains
The beats classic, I amaze myself
I’m a boss, I’m a owner, yeah I pay myself
Fuck the capes of society, I saved myself
Even after all the millions bitch, I stayed myself
I still take my mom with me, Bugus still right here
New people think my buzz got here in a lightyear
Fuck y’all, this ain’t a Toy Story
I eat Nigerian, save some moimoi for me
Yeah, lot of y’all girls I coulda hit
But I’m the type to pass the pussy to stay home and cut a hit
Never fuck a chick at her house, she got exes
I just bought a crib, I got guns, I got exits
Cameras at the entrance
Try if you want to
Bugus told me, “God forbid they get you, I got you”
I’m an idol, people treat me like Billy
Singin’ and rappin’ goin’ platinum, people treat me like Drizzy
Take the studio with me
Set up shop in the telly
I’ve watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop like Belly
There ain’t shit you can tell me, you can save that shit
Fake convos before favors, I hate that shit
Yesterday turned down a 150,000
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout it
I get that every week like allowance
From my independent catalog
Fuck these rec league rappers tryna battle ‘Bron
Stay in your lane, this is big business
Move bitch, get back like Chris Bridges
I remember only sellin’ like six tickets
Now I make the girls crazy like Sid Vicious
I coulda played it different, coulda silenced all my truths
Coulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking cool
But it’s not in me to be fake, I can’t do it
I can see through it, man this game is translucent
They twist the truth for the headline drama
Clicks create traffic, traffic creates dollars
The sheep believe it, they ain’t up on game yet
Smooth rides ain’t as fun to watch as trainwrecks (damn)
Controversy is currency, controversy is clout
That’s why my haters keep my name in their mouth
Y’all are hopeless, this is a decade of devotion
It’s hard to stop my movement when I’m already in motion
This ain’t luck, this is by design
I had to work in the dark for my light to shine
A lot of people are dope, they just quit too soon
A lot of rappers go broke, ’cause they got rich too soon (damn)
My confidence plus my success is just a mirror for some
It forces them to look around and see what they haven’t done
That’s a line for any hater, y’all are mad at yourselves
Judging every move I make, y’all distractin’ yourselves
You could do this shit too if you wanted
But you would rather sit around and bitch and make comments
Oh well, suit yourself, be miserable
I’m country-hoppin’ in a jet, that’s the visual
I saw this coming in my hoodie with the plaid flannel
I bet on myself, yeah I had to gamble
I feel like I’m half god, half mammal
Bitch I turned my life into the Travel Channel
I’m not home, I’m in Stockholm
With heated floors and the beds with the soft foam
It’s like clockwork watching sore losers poke their heads out
Every time I big myself up, they get stressed out
I’m the best out, yeah I said it
Self-made millionaire, you know what’s up with the credits
I’m the best out, yeah I said it
Self-made millionaire, you know what’s up with the credits
[Outro]
Bitch, yeah
Produced, mixed, mastered—

Mac DeMarco – Is It Boy Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Exercise to stay alive
Another year has gone and passed you by
Waking up to coffee cup
Stretch it off, rip it up
[Verse 2]
When the old man gets to see it
He’ll be whistling
All his worries away
And I know just how you see them
Keep believin’
That you’ll find your foot someday
[Chorus 1]
But you won’t, will you boy
But no you won’t will you boy
It’s not what you want, is it boy
It’s not what you want
[Verse 3]
Exercise another way
To live your life, some other day ahead
Sleepin’ in the day begins
You decide to rise up from your bed
[Verse 4]
When the old man gets to see it
Understand that all his dreamin’ days are gone
And I hope now that you’ll feel it
Your belief in all this nonsense is done
[Chorus 2]
But it’s not, is it boy
No it’s not, is it boy
So take what you’ve got, can’t you boy
Take what you’ve got

EDEN – Fake Love (unreleased) (alternative version) Lyrics

You’ve been confusing since the day I met you
Another night chasing, this feels like home
Since I’ve been miles away from change
Outside or inside looking dazed
Just wash the glitter off your face and go home
And this enthralling shadow’s gone, ghost town
It’s strange to think that we were strangers once
It’s square one
I guess it’s something where I want more than I’ve got
But I can’t ask you for the things you don’t feel
Don’t
Cause I don’t want no fake love, fake love, fake love
Don’t wanna know no fake friends, forced smiles to save us
I don’t wanna know no fake love, fake love, fake love
Just say what you wanna say
And I’ll still be here
It’s easy when you’ve nothing to lose
And I’ll still be there
Cause I’ve got no hope
Yeah
She told me love me fast or take it slow
I said I’m going nowhere fast as hell
And keeping with the times we gotta keep it on the low
Midnight habits burning through the summer since the snow and
I finally feel myself again
It’s been so long, I thought I’d see the end
I guess you need ends to begin again
Again, again
Cause this is nothing we ain’t seen before
Lived through it I ain’t overdosed
The sky is falling like it always does
Can’t you see a storm’s watching over us
Let it rain
The clouds look heavy, but they bare no weight
Scars can’t hurt you, bruises will fade
Don’t
Cause I don’t want no fake love, fake love, fake love
Don’t wanna know no fake friends, forced smiles to save us
I don’t wanna know no fake love, fake love, fake love
Just say what you wanna say
And I’ll still be here
It’s easy when you’ve nothing to lose
And I’ll still be there
Cause I’ve got no hope
Don’t
Cause I don’t want no fake love, fake love, fake love
Don’t wanna know no fake friends, forced smiles to save us
I don’t wanna know no fake love, fake love, fake love
Just say what you wanna say

Carrie Underwood – Before he cheat Lyrics

No, not on me
‘Cause I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats
Oh Right now, he’s probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blond tramp
And she’s probably getting frisky
Right now, he’s probably buying
Her some fruity little drink
‘Cause she can’t shoot whiskey
Right now, he’s probably up behind her
With a pool-stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don’t know
I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats
Right now, she’s probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she’s probably saying “I’m drunk”
And he’s a-thinking that he’s gonna get lucky
Right now, he’s probably
Dabbing on three dollars
Worth of that bathroom Polo
Oh, and he don’t know
That I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats
I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl
‘Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won’t be on me!

FYFE – Love Hurts

I can know much better, pretty shoot, nobody like you
Nobody like you
Even if I’m searching, I’m left with nobody like you
Nobody like you
You strip away my reasons
You’re right to keep my demons
When I turn to dirt, when I feel pain
You just take it away
[more lyrics to be added] Uuh uuuh uuuh
I’d never really said the boy will understand
You can call me something, but still ?? [with Iskra Strings]

Can you feel it too much? I’ve heard they say that love hurts
But does it have to this much? Does it have to this much? Can lift the hurt in your hand?

STARK – Need Love feat. Sebastian Hughes

You know me, girl
Wanna run away from our city
With you I would, need nobody else
Only you
Follow your heart into the sea
When you are lost, count on me
Swim in the night under a dream
Know I’ll be there, wait for me
Need Love, you and I
Need Love, you and I
Need Love, I need love
You and I
Need Love
[Beat break]
Travel with me, so many roads to see out there
Build what we dream, we don’t need help
Open the sky, fly with me
Through the night, stargaze
Oceans to go, rivers to fly
Water that moves up to the sky
Need Love, you and I
Need Love, you and I
Need Love, I need love
You and I
Need Love
[Beat break]

Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson – Bad Dreams

Chorus:
Pass on mystic guys
It seems sleep will never come on easy
We will always have bad dreams
We will always have bad dreams
We will always have bad dreams [Preview]

State that’s in my house, that’s in my heart
Will it all go crazy every time that we’re apart?

Ariana Grande – No tears left to cry

Right now I’m in a state of mind
I wanna be in like all the time
Ain’t got no tears left to cry
So, I’m pickin’ it up, I’m pickin’ up
I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up
I’m pickin’ it up, I’m pickin’ up
I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up
I’m pickin’ it up (yeah),
I’m pickin’ it up (yeah)
Lovin’, I’m livin’, so we turnin’ up
Yeah, we’re turnin’ it up
Ain’t got no tears in my body
I ran out, but boy I like it, I like it, I like it
Don’t matter how, what, what, who tries it
We’re out here vibin’
We’re vibin’, we’re vibin’
Comin’ out, even when it’s rainin’ down
Can’t stop now, can’t stop so shut your mouth
Shut your mouth, and if you don’t know then now you know it, babe
Know it baby, yeah
Right now I’m in a state of mind
I wanna be in like all the time
Ain’t got no tears left to cry
So, I’m pickin’ it up, I’m pickin’ up (oh yeah)
I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up
Oh I just want you to come with me
We’re on another mentality
Ain’t got no tears left to cry
So I’m pickin’ it up, I’m pickin’ up (oh yeah)
I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up
I’m pickin’ it up (yeah), I’m pickin’ it up (yeah)
Lovin’, I’m livin’, so we turnin’ up
Yeah, we’re turnin’ it up
They point out the colors in you
I see ’em too and boy I like ’em
I like ’em, I like ’em
We’re way too fly to partake in all this hate
We’re out here vibin’
We’re vibin’, we’re vibin’
Comin’ out, even when it’s rainin’ down
Can’t stop now, can’t stop so shut your mouth
Shut your mouth, and if you don’t know then now you know it, babe
Know it baby, yeah
Right now I’m in a state of mind
I wanna be in like all the time
Ain’t got no tears left to cry
So I’m pickin’ it up, I’m pickin’ up (oh yeah)
I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up
Oh I just want you to come with me
We’re on another mentality
Ain’t got no tears left to cry (so don’t cry)
So I’m pickin’ it up, I’m pickin’ up (oh yeah)
I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up
Comin’ out, even when it’s rainin’ down
Can’t stop now
Shut your mouth
Ain’t got no tears left to cry
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh I just want you to come with me
We’re on another mentality
Ain’t got no tears left to cry (cry)
So I’m pickin’ it up, I’m pickin’ up (oh yeah)
I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up
I’m pickin’ it up, I’m pickin’ it up
Lovin’, I’m livin’, so we turnin’ up
Yeah, we’re turnin’ it up

YUNG BAE – Up to you feat. Flamingosis

(x2) [Indie music]

Yeah babe
Yeah babe
Oh no, oh no
All I know is so as I
Girl, I’m glad that you came back
Know that you would jump the feeling
The inspiration’s only fair.

BATTS – Shame

[Indie rock music]

I was hoping that the way that we are
Is not the way that we are in a little while
I was hoping that the way that we talk,
is not the way that we talk in a little while
I was hoping that the way that we think,
is not the way that we think in a little while
Honey, I’m losing hope (x2)
Chorus:
It’s such a shame shame shame sh-sh-shame
It’s such a shame shame shame sh-sh-shame
It’s such a shame
It’s such a shame
It’s funny how we think we’d be better off,
If we took off and started somewhere new. Chorus:
It’s such a shame shame shame sh-sh-shame
It’s such a shame shame shame sh-sh-shame
It’s such a shame
It’s such a shame Maybe Saturn, Jupiter or Mars,
Where Bowie watches us through the stars. Maybe Saturn, Jupiter or Mars,
Where Bowie watches us through the stars. Chorus:
It’s such a shame shame shame sh-sh-shame
It’s such a shame shame shame sh-sh-shame
It’s such a shame
It’s such a shame
It’s funny how we think we’d be better off,
If we took off and started somewhere new.

BURNS – Hands On Me lyrics

Couldn’t afford to waste any time (time)
I know she want me, she showin’ signs (signs)
I’m livin’ off a natural high
One time, baby, slow whine (slow wine, yeah)
Slow wine
Got me infatuated, you’re so fine (hey)
Every time you step out, homicide
Make her mine, I gotta make her mine, yeah
Island girl like Rihanna (RiRi)
And she got potential, put that Birkin rag on her (Birkin)
Yeah, I let her lead and I follow (bad)
Yeah, and I’ma leave on a high note
[Bridge: Maluma & Slim Jxmmi]
Sigue movié-moviéndote pa’ mí
Que mientras más te acercas, más me gusta tu body (hey)
Sigue moviéndote pa’ mí
Que lo mejor ya viene luego en el after party
Te digo, girl
[Chorus: Maluma, Swae Lee, Maluma & Swae Lee]
Baby, keep your hands on me
Know that I should leave, but I just can’t leave you
Know you feel my energy
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
Baby, keep your hands on me
Know that I should leave, but I just can’t leave you
I know you feel my energy
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
[Outro: Maluma & Swae Lee]
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
Can’t leave you
If I took your heart, yeah, I didn’t mean to [Intro: Maluma]
Baby, keep your hands on me
Know that I should leave, but I just can’t leave you
Know you feel my energy
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
[Verse 1: Maluma]
Yeah you got a man, but I don’t know that
It’s hard to control when you work that back, yeah
Why don’t we take one more sip just to hide the fact
That I’m ’bout to take one missed call ‘fore it turns to trash
‘Fore it turns to trash, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Maluma]
You throw your hips to the side, yeah
You got spice and your man don’t know
You got your eyes on my eyes, yeah
We got plans that we’re keepin’ low
Don’t change on your mind (don’t change on your mind)
You got spice, but your girls don’t know (they don’t know)
We got plans, but we keep them low (keep it low)
We move fast, then we take it slow
[Chorus: Maluma]
Baby, keep your hands on me
Know that I should leave, but I just can’t leave you
Know you feel my energy
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
Baby, keep your hands on me
Know that I should leave, but I just can’t leave you
Know you feel my energy
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Yeah, I cannot read your mind
Don’t think that I’m just talkin’ trash
I know you want me, surely
Night’s already passed, it’s getting early
Roll some weed, call on some girls
Only if the vibes are right
I want you all to myself
I’m tryna blow your mind (hey)
Threesome, her friends overheard me
I left the girl, now she wanna hurt me (hurt me)
Spendin’ my cash in a hurry
Killin’ me softly, she had no mercy
Baby, you’re drivin’ me mental
Actually bad when I get near you
I was in my own space
You were so distant, that’s what the tears do (yeah)
Don’t go behind my back (my back)
If there’s another, just fill me in (fill me in)
You’re so, so deep in
Here you go pourin’ your heart out again
[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
You threw your hips to the side, yeah
You got spice and your man don’t know
You got your eyes on my eyes, yeah
We got plans, but we’ll keep them low
Don’t change on your mind (don’t change on your mind)
You got spice, but your girls don’t know (they don’t know)
We got plans, but we keep them low (keep it low)
We move fast, then we take it slow
[Chorus: Maluma, Swae Lee, Maluma & Swae Lee]
Baby, keep your hands on me
Know that I should leave, but I just can’t leave you
Know you feel my energy
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
Baby, keep your hands on me
Know that I should leave, but I just can’t leave you
I know you feel my energy
If I took your heart, swear I didn’t mean to
[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Jxm!

J. Cole – Once An Addict lyrics

Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Right
Life can bring much pain
There are many ways to deal with this pain (right)
Choose wisely (right) God must feel no pain
Something’s got a hold on me
Only joy
Does this mean even our suffering pleases him? Growin’ up I used to always see her up
Late as sh*t, cigarette smoke and greatest hits from Marvin Gaye
She kill a whole bottle of some cheap chardonnay
I gotta leave this house ’cause part of me dies when I see her like this
Too young to deal with pain
I’d rather run the streets than see her kill herself
So ‘Ville became my escape from a feelin’ I hate
Mama cursing me out
Depression’s such a villainous state
I used to stay out later on purpose
Subconsciously I was nervous that if I came home early then what would surface was her inner demons
And then I’d have to end up seein’ my hero on ground zero
Tears flow while Al Green blow
Love and happiness
I wish that I could say the right words to cheer her up
I wish her son’s love was enough
I tell her, “Mama, go to sleep”
She tell me “Boy, hush. You better pray to God you never get your heart crushed”
I shake my head in frustration
Head to my room and I can still hear the tunes of my door shut
Fuck it though, a couple more months I’ll be gone
Off to college and dorms
Foolin’ myself, thinkin’ problems are gone
But now it’s 1 AM and my mama diallin’ my phone
I know she intoxicated and soon this high that I’m on comes crashin’ down
She lit, talkin’ drunk sh*t, I’m pissed
But I’m still all ears like basset hounds
Thinkin’ to myself, “Maybe my mama need help
Don’t she got work it the morning? [Verse]
Lost in a cloud of marijuana
Young Carolina nigga, fish out of water
Step-daddy just had a daughter with another woman
Mama ain’t recover yet
Callin’ me at 12 at night
She drunk as f*ck and I’m upset
‘Cause why she always using me for crutch? Why she do this to herself? When I do, she’s defensive for real
Well maybe things get better with time, I heard it heals”
Little did I know how deep her sadness would go
Lookin’ back, I wish I woulda did more instead of running
[Outro]
Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Out of fear I won’t be free
Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Out of fear I won’t be—
No! Hate how she slurrin’ her words
Soundin’ so f*ckin’ absurd
This ain’t the woman I know
Why I just sit and observe? Why don’t I say how I feel? [Intro]
Right, right, right, right
Something’s got a hold on me
Right, right, right, right
Sometimes I think pain is just a lack of understanding
If we could only understand it all, would we feel no pain?

J. Cole – Window Pain lyrics

Because God is tryna, um
Warn-warn us or teach us a lesson that we need to learn
Or he’s tryna warn us of He’s comin’ back to, um, see us and take us home and redo the world
He’s comin’ back to, um, have us be His children and for us to see Him for the first time so we can rejoice with Him and have our time
And after we do that, he’s gonna restart the world
K.O.D
Choose wisely! [Intro]
One night when I-when me my mom
We was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had-had heard three, um
Gunshots, it was to my cousin, um
His name was [Rond?]–the one that kept hittin’ me up
He been shot right through the face
Right in the neck
And he got shot right in the stomach
[Chorus]
I put my hand to the sky, I sing
Grateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was down and confused
I know what I reap is what I will sow
Once again I find myself back with you from my hell
All I ever wanted was to hear them bitches holler back
Get some money plus respect and now look, I got all of that
All I wanna do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanna do is kill the man that made my momma cry
All I wanna do is touch a platinum plaque and celebrate
All I wanna do is keep my niggas out the yellow tape
All I wanna do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanna do is kill the man that made my momma cry
[Verse]
Right now I’m starin’ out the window of my Range and contemplating, am I sane? Like why can’t the world just be all nice things? If you was my sister then I would kiss you and tell you that I’m sorry for the pain you had to live through
I know I’m blessed because yo’ stress is realer than anything I done been through
[Chorus]
I put my hand to the sky, I sing
Grateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was down and confused
I know what I reap is what I will sow
Once again I find myself back with you from my hell
All I ever wanted was to hear them bitches holler back
Get some money plus respect and now look, I got all of that
All I wanna do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanna do is kill the man that made my momma cry
All I wanna do is touch a platinum plaque and celebrate
All I wanna do is keep my niggas out the yellow tape
All I wanna do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanna do is kill the man that made my momma cry
[Outro]
It’s not that big
Well at least, um
God had saved him ’cause he still alive
So why do y’all think that bad stuff happen? Have I sacraficed for fame? My occuptation’s on my brain
Thought that I could change it all if I had changed
But the niggas that I came up with way back is still the same
I be tryna give ’em game like Santa did when Christmas came
They be listenin’ but it’s clear to me they did not hear a thing
It go in one ear and out the other like a bullet out the muzzle of a pistol shot by brothers standin’ point-blank range
Niggas bang in the Ville, I always thought that sh*t was strange
How you claim blood or cuz when that was just a LA thing? A bullet hit yo’ cousin in Temple while he was with you
And while you was talkin’, I was tearin’ up, where’s the tissue? I don’t mean no disrespect towards your set, no, I’m just sayin’
That it seem like for acceptance niggas will do anything
Niggas will rep any gang, niggas will bust any head
Niggas will risk everything, point him out and then he dead
Shootin’ up where his granny live, blow, blow, his granny duck
He don’t give a f*ck, he’s on Henny and Xanny duff
Blowin’ Tammy up, bitch, when you gonna give them panties up? He gon’ plant a seed, but best believe he ain’t man enough
Just because yo’ dick can spray semen, it don’t mean that you ready to let go of yo’ childish ways
The results are deadly
Because that child will suffer and that’s what can most affect me
The little girl I met this past summer said, “Don’t forget me”
I won’t forget you, how could I with all you went through?