- J. Cole The Climb Back 歌詞
- J. Cole
- Are you doin this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?
Which is more important?
Getting or letting go?
You can do anything, anything you can do?(You can do anything)
You can do anything, anything you can do?(You can do anything)
Everything come back around full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will it take fore you smile
This is that come back to life sh*t
My n**gas pick me up and we gon light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my n**ga found dead too soon
Yeah
To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint
Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint
Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints
And youll see how I flipped, like exclamation points
My n**gas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards
Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls
More death than World War II caused around these parts
We pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin
I aint been sleep yet, its ten in the morning
Im sendin a warnin, a problem with me is like the BET hip hop awards
Im startin to see you n**gas dont want it
Im sick of this flauntin, from n**gas I know for sho aint got mo dough than Cole
Trash rappers, a*s backwards, tryna go toe to toe
We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at ya
Bass masters, look how they tote a pole
Gotta know the ropes and the protocol
Or they gon for sho blow your clothes half off like a promo code
Made a lil tune called 'Foldin Clothes,' and a n**ga still aint known to fold
Under pressure, well you know what Cole do
Make a diamond, they just rhymin, me, Im quotin gold
One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe
In this PC culture, address me as the G.O.A.T
Like they call Chief Keef Sosa, in my sectional like a f**kin three piece sofa
Im known as the chosen one
Another dead body lay frozen thats how it go sometimes
When n**gas weighin coke and not the pros and cons
Well I aint with that sleepin underground like a gopher, so I go for mines
Everything come back around full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will it take fore you smile
This is that come back to life sh*t
My n**gas pick me up and we gon light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my n** ga found dead too soon
Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah)
Survival at all costs, everyday n**gas get logged off
Bodies get hauled off
Passin a funeral procession while holdin my breath in the car I thought
At times, it be feelin the devil be winnin but do that mean God lost?
Just got off the phone with my n**ga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost
I brought him round close to me
Before but he
Became addicted to clout and all the hoes wed meet
I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to me
Like on the low, he feelin like in my shoes is where he supposed to be
I tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind, it felt
Like lettin a n**ga come sleep on your couch but he eatin up all yo groceries
My n**ga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency
Said, 'Most of these n**gas gon hang themselves, just give em the rope and see '
Sh*t, I heeded that, and what got showed to me
Was screamin that, some n**gas you gotta leave em back unfortunately
We seen the trap, n**gas be on that demon clock resultantly
They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin me, uh
Meanwhile, I see that yo diamonds is glistenin
Im glad that you shinin but need I remind you my n** gas is dimin and nickelin
Scrapin up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime they committin it
Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains they tryna climb
Im here tryna find the derivative
You n**gas don't feel me, you see the clout
You dont see the real me
If I was sick, you n**gas wouldnt heal me
Therefore Im healin myself , gettin in tune with my God
Slowly revealin myself, buildin my wealth
A n**ga touch mine, Ima kill em myself, trust me
Everything come back around full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will it take before you smile
This is that come back to life sh*t
My n**gas pick me up and we gon light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my n**ga found dead too soon
Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah)
B**ch, Im back outside, n**ga
Im back outside
Im back outside
B**ch, Im back outside
Everybody mentions suicide prevention
Man, they even made a hotline
To call up when theres tension but I got a question
What about a f**kin homicide?
Need a number for my n**gas to call
Whenever theres a urge to get triggers involved
Need a number for my n**gas to call
Whenever theres a urge to get triggers involved
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