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Drum n Bass

J. Cole

The Fall-Off


Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout
I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate
They show love, but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?
Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake
Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?
So you better know yo' place
Stay inside 'cause it ain't safe
Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout?
Yeah, uh

You hear my words
But got no clue 'bout who I really am (Who)
From shark-infested waters
Phrases like that make me sound harder and more ruthless
But the truth is that I merely swam
Out thе stolo, semis blam, willy-nilly over killy grams
Niggas sellin' rock likе Steely Dan
While the world spins like whirlwinds
Out of control, how does the soul find a thorough cleanse
When all of this cold water that flows
Has for sure been contaminated with sin?
Planted in the latest of trends
Stranded in this land of the antiquated ways of the men
Standard in the state of revenge, seeking a way to defend
Reputations
Because the names are actually greater than them
Life is a trip
You can't predict the random way that it ends
Bullets travel straight through the skin
Like gamma-rays in the wind
My greatest of wins came when I annotated my gems
The shit I write so fire, I got my hand afraid of my pen, uh

Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout
I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate
They show love, but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?
Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake
Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?
So you better know yo' place
Stay inside 'cause it ain't safe
Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout?
Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape?

Quiet as kept, I feel the vibe of the whole city
So tired and stressed from gettin'
Fed this steady diet of death
Mothers cryin' on steps while porch lights shine down
On a giant puddle that now forms on the ground as she wept
Family surroundin' her
Providin' their best attempt at consolin' her
Prayers and words of faith, comin' out of their breath
Turning to the Lord's ironic at a time
When these young niggas so violent
They'll let off at God in the flesh
My mind is a mess, conflicted, 'cause their energy's wicked
Their need to impress at a high while their guidance is less
And while I feel powerless to change the power that is
A part of me is yelling loud as shit
"You ain't tryin' your best"
Too busy sellin' out arenas and flyin' on jets
Life on cloud nine, and I can't deny it, I guess
I'm livin' my dream, my life is my childhood wish
The guilt that comes along with that
Is the size of the rest of the planet
I pray you get to see it across the Atlantic
Tonight, I stepped out with my niggas and felt the organic
Nostalgia that arouses when I'm with the rest of the bandits
Obsessed with talkin' 'bout the bitches we sexed
'Til we landed in a spot that always
Used to pop when we was younger
Shook hands with niggas I hadn't seen for several Septembers
Gave hugs to women I only vaguely remembered
The way their fingers caressin'
My back was givin' me signals
Like, you may enter, liquor informing my agenda
Straight and narrow for a while
But tonight, I'm on a bender
And my retina antennas are scanning the club intently
For the girl I wanted bad and almost had before the Bentley
But evidently
When you're the greatest rapper of the century
You'll get another shot
The club was startin' to get too hot
So I stepped outside for a breather
That very moment, I seen her
She had the glow of Aaliyah
While I control my demeanor and said

(Oh shit, that's Cole right there)
Damn, what's good? How you been?
(Aye, Cole, what's good, bro?)
(Aye, lemme, uh, lemme holla at you for a second, bro)
Yeah, that's cra—Yo, one second, bro, one second, I got you
Nah, that's crazy like (word?) , that's crazy
1 (Yo, I just wanna— I just wanna show you out quick, bro)
I was wondering too like
I ain't know if I was gon' see you or what I was—
(It ain't gonna take a second)
Yo, one second, bro, I got you (Oh, word?)
I'm just talkin' to her, right now (Oh, 'ight, 'ight)
Hell yeah (I ain't see, my bad)
You gon' be here for a minute? 'Ight

Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout
I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate
They show love, but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?
Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake
Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?
So you better know yo' place
Stay inside 'cause it ain't safe
Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout?
Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape?
Compositores: J. Cole, Nizzy, Goldy Jr, T-Minus, Scott Cossu & Benjamin Siciliano

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