How High lyrics - J. Cole
What's love
Got to do, got to do with it? (Yeah)
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Then I send her right back to you with it (Ha ha), hey, how high?
(Hey) What's love (How high?)
Got to do, got to do with it? (How high?)
I get a little taste then I'm through with it (How high?)
Yeah, I send her right back to you with it (Smoke something, nigga)
Visionary, play your position, no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You listening to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture that, my poetry's deep, now fish for that
Only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's only read in braille
Both did the crime but his homie didn't tell
So he fucking bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking, "Well, what the hell I been on
They gave a nigga five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back in the streets like a bachelor
I gotta play the clubs with the old ass women"
Life is a movie, pick your own role
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole
You sit around crying, that's like sitting 'round dying
You wanna touch the sky? Bitch, you figure out flying
Nigga, how high? So high that I could touch the sky
How sick? So sick that I could fuck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of Gs
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
Nigga, how high? So high that I could touch the sky
How sick? So sick that I could fuck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of Gs
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl
My niggas hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your girl, think I need to quit tryin'
'Fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the Kama Sutra
A lot calmer when the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour 'cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon' snatch you out that Honda
For stashing that marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin', I don't mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man, just look at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you throw the book at me?
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy?
It's been a long time coming
Tell my nigga roll me up something
Nigga, how high? So high that I could touch the sky
How sick? So sick that I could fuck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of Gs
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
No I don't smoke, maybe once in a blue
When the tension gets thick then there's nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I open my mind
How high? La la la la
How high? Hey hey hey
How high? Yeah yeah yeah yeah
How high? La la la la
Is that a shot that you threw little man?
I understand, you frustrated career ain't going how you planned
Make it worse, your friends, now when they talk rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your pride just to take all that
I know your weak heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst fear
I'm burning you niggas and I'm only in first gear
I'm serving you niggas this is only the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting money
Cole ain't dropping, that's real fucking funny
Grade-A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps
Something like a mummy
But I'mma wake yo' ass up
Something like your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's with ya girl this is Cool J
How high?
How high?
How high? Yeah
How high? Yeah
What's love got to do, got to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Yeah I send it right back to you with it
Fitted Cap lyrics - J. Cole (with Rick Ross, Wale, Meek Mill)
[Rick Ross:]
Beat Billionaire
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga but I do it like this
M-M-Maybach Music
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
[Wale:]
Uh, Ferrari Mikes, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concord
11, know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't with all that commitment shit
PRPs is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's Omeka from 10.Deep, ATL, I'm with the cooker
I ain't even tryna fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
NT, those my niggas, you know we just be bullshiting
It's ironic how I drop some dough
When I got them Homer Simpsons
Look, pine green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut with laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady
Look at my flow, makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me
Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me, salute
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
[Meek Mill:]
Yo, I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys
No LL but these cool Js
And my wrist froze but I'm cool shaved
Like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better calm that ass like woo-sah
It's MMG, M-O-B, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around with like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me with them long stares
You ain't God then there's no fear
Big money, all the hoes here, HD, I see it so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom beep when it back up
Big boy look like a Mack truck, shooters ride with that MAC tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, sip Cîroc, it's my last cup
On this shit, I can't stand up, catch a case, I'll man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay and that nigga Pill
In Brazil and this shit is real, got bad hoes in that whip appeal
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they're 501, my snapback is hella bent, hah
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
[J. Cole:]
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They're okey-dokin'
How you figure? You fuckin' with me? I hope he jokin'
I'm with yo' girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm ovirdosin', ay, homie, Cole be smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up so you know we toastin'
Fuck hoes with no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
'Cause uh, they had them Js and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her?
Hundred dollars for them bitches wasn't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole
[Rick Ross:]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes
See It To Believe It lyrics - J. Cole
The songs that I made in my bedroom and shit
Finally give a nigga leg room and a whip
Yeah Cole World, make way for the chosen one
Ain't nobody else I'd rather be, not even Oprah's son
Mamma's youngest getting paper like the oldest one
We living better guess God felt he owed us one
Closets barely had no clothes in them
So you throw my niggas in hoopty', but we still bag hoes and them
These niggas give their heart and soul to them
I wonder if they know we doving them
Ass fat so when pinch 'em like a Doberman
Run up on 'em politicking like Keith Olbermann
What's your name? Where ya from?
Ya got a dream? I'll sell ya one
Come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top
Won't stop, won't stop
Hey and don't stop
Now if it don't jam the hoes won't rock
And if it ain't crack then the fiends won't cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don't got
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
And don't stop
Now if it don't jam the hoes won't rock
And if it ain't crack then the fiends won't cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don't got
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
There's so much pain on my brain I gotta jot it out
But as of late nigga, it ain't been shit to pout about
I turn up the news, my blues seem petty
'Cause my view of the city is incredible with no album out
I'm blessed nigga, I'm blessed
When I'm all alone these words just flow out of my chest
Turn 'em into poems, they worship, I'm the best
And though I'm taking long, they fuck with me none the less
Yeah, enough sleeping, I put you niggas to rest
The only one saying shit is like a nigga got Tourettes, (chyeah)
Unimpressed with you niggas
You the shit only 'cause I digested you, niggas
But I digress, boy you bout as G as a fucking tie dye vest
And your wifey is a bird even in her Prada dress
Want a nigga like me to come and get her out her nest (out her nest)
Like come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top
Won't stop, won't stop
Hey, don't stop
Now if it don't jam the hoes won't rock
And if it ain't crack then the fiends won't cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don't got
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Disgusting lyrics - J. Cole
Can't help but think about it all the time
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
I told her, "Recognize Smith and Wesson"
Now I got her in my bedroom busting
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
Yeah they talk but they don't know nothing
Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
What is you discussing?
Hey, oh no, not another line about how life's a bitch
Well fuck the world and enjoy it
If she is, wonder can she ride the dick?
If so, I take her on a voyage
I like 'em long-legged, mega thick
Work it out, you know, employ it
You wanna know how I know I'm the shit?
'Cause I keep clogging up the toilet
Coley Cole, fresh as a 4-week old
Not a scratch on me, hoes ask for me
Niggas ask about me, silly if you doubt me
Close your eyes and see where the game is headed without me
Give you the real, this nigga give you the chills
You looking at the reason the label give you the deal
You remind them of me, let's see, how does it feel
To know I fathered you niggas and left you out of my will?
Ill
Can't help but think about it all the time
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
I told her, "Recognize Smith and Wesson"
Now I got her in my bedroom busting
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
Yeah they talk but they don't know nothing
Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
What is you discussing?
Enough of that bullshit cake rap
With your childlike scriptures
I'm busting off, nigga, take that
Don't let the limelight get ya
The hood say, "We fucking with you, Cole. See?
And we're gonna ride right with ya
Yeah, we know you got college degrees
But we got priors like Richard."
And here we are, raps just like CPR
Nigga turn on your TV, BET, you see a star
Me and my team like E.T, completely we be from Mars
Damn he got bars, as if he's speaking of CB4
Need a barrage of freaky broads to keep me hard
Like 3 Nicki Minajs, flow completely retarded
So I'm deeply regarded as one of the gods, and yes
Her ass clap and so that's a round of applause, I guess
Can't help but think about it all the time
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
You know what's on my mind
I told her, "Recognize Smith and Wesson"
Now I got her in my bedroom busting
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
Yeah they talk but they don't know nothing
Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing
Nigga that's disgusting, that's disgusting
What is you discussing?
Trouble lyrics - Bei Maejor (feat. J. Cole)
[Bei Maejor:]
I I I I
I told you, not to wear that dress to the club tryna dance up on me
I I I
I told you, not to push that thing on me
If you know I want it
I I
[Hook:]
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Baby I told you, not to wear them heels that make them legs look so sexy
I I I I
I told you
Not to wear them heels that say I'm ready come get me
Ay Ay,
[Hook:]
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
Go up to my room, you've been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
You know what you doing baby
Go up to my room girl
You've been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
(Oooh, oooh)
[J. Cole:]
Yeah, temptations in the whirlwind
We both bad at it
Told myself no more hittin' nigga's girlfriends
That's my old bad habit
Here you go, wearin' that
Already know, what I'm staring at
I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so
Somebody better take care of that
And who
Better than, the nigga in the letterman
When your man ain't home, you can let him in
Late night Letterman
I ain't gon tat-a-tale
Damn your ass bad as hell
[Hook:]
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
I told you not to stare at me like that while I'm performing
I-I-I-I told you
That's that's gon' make us til the early morning
[Hook:]
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
That's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(Oooh, oooh
The Good Son, Part 1 lyrics - J. Cole
Allow me to set the scene first
This little nigga no older than 17 in a Martin Luther King shirt
Walking down the mean murk where the fiends lurk
And the same dirt'll find a nigga
Even if you tryna get that clean work
He caught eyes with a bad bitch in a jean skirt
She gave him a mean smirk, he smiled back
He remembered this man that hit that shit a while back
He met her, fucked her, never dialed back
How niggas do? He kept it moving, couldn't wait to get home
Report card for his mother couldn't wait to get shown
Straight "A"s as usual, his mamma would smile
Youngest child, college bound
Knew his mamma was proud
'Cause he was headed out the hood
He promised himself one day he'd get her out for good
That made him smile
The favorite child, but damn, fate is foul
Drive-by, stray bullets that laid him out
On the pavement fading out
Now he bleeding thinking, "God, man, you couldn't wait a while
My mamma struggling. Who gon' save her now, huh?"
Now he fading out thinking, "God, you couldn't wait a while?
My mamma need me. Who gon' save her now, nigga? Uh."
Yeah, he's fading out, the favourite child
He's fading out (the favorite child)
Killers lyrics - J. Cole
Momma, I just killed a man
My body still trembling, can you feel my hand?
Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before they find out it was me, Momma
This may be the last time you see me free, Ma, don't spend it crying
You did your best, me, I was blessed, know you were stressed trying
To keep me out the streets, me, ducking police
Trying not to make a peep to wake you up out your sleep
A drunk and high fool
Skipping class, flunking high school
I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned
Said I was playing with fire, somehow I never burned
You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed
You tried to show me right, but somehow I never turned
Lost in a cloud of marijuana, are you 'shamed of me?
Dry your face off, Mommy, you're not to blame for me
See, I'm a man, I gotta take whatever came for me
At times I wonder 'bout my father, would it change for me if he was around?
Would I still be running 'round with the lowlifes?
Bum ass niggas no jobs, no life
Seen them niggas kill for no price
I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light
I pulled the trigger, Momma
Tryna be hard, I ain't mean to kill the nigga, Momma
But what's done is done
I'm on the run, I live my life like a movie now it's way too realer
Who would've thought your baby boy would've grew up to be a killer?
Yeah, now I'm a killer
Guess I'm a killer
They got me in here with the killers
Yeah, I mean the killers
"I mean murderers! Do you hear me? Real-life murderers!
I thought black people killed people by accident!
Nah, these motherfuckers was murderers."
Yeah
Yeah, I wonder what's in store for me, lately been stressing
Pray for blessings, hope that there's more for me than just a simple life
Niggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life
Gave up the jump shot, worked on the gunshot
Who woulda thought? I used to block this nigga's lay-ups
Now he's in a cell laid up
I wish you well, stay up like insomniacs
This life can make a nigga fold like a laundry mat, uh
I sip this cognac, though
To ease my brain from all this pain and so that I react slow
In this fast world, slow niggas, fast girls
Ho's give up ass while these ho niggas hold triggers
Blast on 'em, hold up that old checker flag for 'em
Chalk lines by the do not walk sign, it's deep
All these cold hearted niggas holding heat
I'd rather blast before they steal a nigga
Tell 'em now boy, don't make me turn into a killer, nigga
Yeah, into a killer
Don't make me turn into a killer
Yeah, to a killer, yeah yeah
"Triple life... How do you do triple life?
That mean if he die and come back... He gotta go to penitentiary!
Right there, he said, "Fuck kindergarten. Get your little ass on in the penitentiary, motherfucker. You know what you did last time."
To those who had love for me in the past
Who woulda ever thought that time would fly by so fast
I remember back in class we used to make believe
Like it was draft day, swore that we would make the league and be rich
Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, aw shit
Watch how they pile up, seem like a mile up
I washed the blisters on my hands and then I'd dial up
My best friend, skating rink is where we headed at night
And if a nigga disrespect, oh yes, we ready to fight
In retrospect that shit seem petty, at the time the shit was heavy
'Cause life was all about your name
You had to scrap with any nigga that would call you lame
Ashamed no doubt, so many niggas got their brains blowed out
Snatch a niggas chain and he got his name wrote out
In obituaries, another body in a cemetery
Another young nigga in the penitentiary
And he don't give a fuck: no missionary
Rap visionary, paint a picture, nigga: Pictionary
Tell you what it is, I'm a dictionary
I knew a nigga threw his dick in every chick in every
City that he went to, went hard like the rent due
'Til he met the wrong bitch
Her man just came home, ex-convict
And he stay on with that Thriller
Shit, fucking around with them killers
Yeah, with them killers
Fucking around with them killers
Say I'm a killer
Nothing Like It lyrics - J. Cole
Yeah, Pistol Pete flow, smoke like a Swisher Sweet blow
Cole world, get ya pea coat
Rappers got no point, niggas miss the free throws so
Ain't no mystery why they're picking me for
I've been hot since '97, I ain't Mr Cee though
I am Mr. NC boy, with the pen destroy any emcee boy
I'm skinny, didn't eat so I'm hungry like a hostage
Finally seeing money so it's funny how their eyes lit
Surprise it's, that nigga that you should've been on
I handed you niggas my demo, dog I couldn't get on
One time for my city, bitch, I'm putting it on
Like a condom when I'm with your girl, ballin' like it's intramural
Back in middle school, hoopin' to impress the girls
We was young and disconnected from the rest the world
I reminisce on Andrea, eh, God bless ya, girl
She used to let me sit in class and caress her curves
Help a nigga get through puberty, the lessons learned
From her, wasn't nothing like it
We passed notes, she read minds like a fucking psychic and write back
I was the class clown, I told jokes and hope she liked that
Rode the bus home and wonder how it'd be to pipe that
If I was just a little faster I know I could have smashed her
But was just a virgin, couldn't make it past flirting
Now I'm taking baths with their naked ass jerkin'
"Make It Last Forever" playing in the background
You can take it as whatever, I was laying that down
She gon' hate my ass forever, I ain't bring her back 'round
But hold up, what you expect it, how you feeling all neglected?
Sending all them texts, spillin' all your stresses
We knew just what this was 'fore I was feeling on your breasts
I never disrespected, I'm clever nigga check it
I try to warn these women, guess they never get the message
This is Cole, ain't nothing like it
So girls don't wanna fuck him, now they wanna fuckin' like him
And hope he fucking wife 'em
Yeah, nothing like him
Yeah, oh, yeah, uh
Ain't no other, ain't no other niggas
A-ain't no, ain't no other niggas fucking with me
Rappers throwin' jabs but it feel like nothing hit me
Fake niggas, snake niggas I think something bit me
Scratch that, can't impersonate perfection man
But I can school you niggas, this here is the lesson plan
Now uh uh apparently, some of y'all comparing me
Either you blind as hell or either you just don't care to see
Don't make me pull the trigger, I think you niggas is daring me
Go fuck around and get your new favorite rapper embarrassed, see
I'm the supplier of that fire and the kerosene
Don't wanna make a scene, those ain't no shots fired
Just know the shit that I'm dropping take you a lot higher
These niggas bitches on the low, they're Mrs. Doubtfire
How could you doubt fire, man if you brave enough then come and put it out, sire
The South by your side, this the mouth for your eyes
You niggas spit it with no one to vouch for your lies
I spit it how you see it but ain't had the words to say it
I spit it how you think it but ain't had the balls to speak it
I put it out and sit around and let the world critique it
And to the fans up on it early like a nigga leaked it
Just know you fucking with the best, this be our little secret
Until the world find out and then y'all gotta share me
'Til then just know there's nothing like him and there's nothing near me
Yeah you fucking hear me, nigga
Yeah
Holdin' Me Back lyrics - J. Cole
What's sunshine with no rain
What's joy without the pain
And I'm still gon' do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Aye I'mma get mine, believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's joy without the pain
The city fucked up, even thug niggas getting robbed
Know it's bad when the drug dealers getting jobs
Same niggas who skipped out on graduation
At the gas station
Filling out them applications, but
They ain't calling me back
Best friends be our references
Paychecks spent on necklaces
Downpayments on them Lexuses
Debit in the negative
Overdraft, with the sky overcast
But I'm screaming fuck the pessimists
'Cause ain't no holding me back
The little nigga had big dreams, to do big things
But in this game, everything ain't what this shit seems
Try hard, to climb up to the flag-pole
Just to find out that your heroes is some assholes
What's sunshine with no rain
What's joy without the pain
And I'm still gon' do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Aye I'mma get mine, believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's joy without the pain
What's sunshine with no rain
What's joy without the pain
And I'm still gon' do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Aye I'mma get mine, believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's joy without the pain
But ain't no holding me back
I'mma get mine, believe that
Aye what's sunshine with no rain
Aye what's joy without the pain
Man I'm still gon' do my thang
Wildfire lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Yukimi Nagano)
Yeah
Oh, nah, I'm ready
Yeah, let's go
Your girlfriend at my next show, OVOXO nigga
Yeah
Uh. What's up?
Real nigga doing real stuff
Get a lot of money you can never get enough
And you know the new shit sound so tough
So-and-so just walked in, so what?
I don't really vibe with a lot of these niggas
I ain't really into giving more than one chance
Girl I already tried with a lot of these niggas
Fuck that
That team don't know real, what's that
That can't be from here
That can't be what they're believing is the best shit of the year
That's that fake shit that's that fake shit, that's that top row of veneers
Just when they're getting impatient's when I make a world premier
Aw. Damn. Word
Award shows coming?
Make sure you spell the shit right
Make sure to gimme all the credit I deserve
Make sure the good stuff's still in that Sprite
They watch us, make the shit into a song
You ain't living that boy, stop stealing that light
Anything can happen when I do see y'all, guess it all depends how I'm feeling that night
Okay
Live my life in hotels, bitch better have my room right
If they kill me, bury me a legend
Bitch better have my tomb right
Ah
This is perfect for the women that I've loved before
I love 'em all, I just love me more
I could bet all of the riches that I ever had
Rush in the night like a shock, babe, would it be bad?
If I had to
Set the alarm 'cause those thrills that run up my back
You're my star nothing else can lead me off track
Hey-yeah
You're like a wildfire
You got me rising hot
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a crime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
I could bet all of the riches that I ever had
Rush in the night like a shock, babe, would it be bad?
Hey-yeah
You're like a wildfire
You got me rising hot
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a crime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a crime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
Hey-yeah....
You're like a wildfire
You got me rising hot
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a crime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
Your innocence
Who's the brave?
Drowning in
Would you save me?
It's a rime
If you don't
You'll expire
By the throat
Return Of Simba lyrics - J. Cole
One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king
And this will all be mine?
Everything
Everything the light touches
In my freshest Js, I ain't slept in days
Girl, you gonna make me late undressing me
Know you ain't seen me since yesterday
But, see, I got a date with destiny
'Cause this the summer that our life change
Hov asked me, "Is you ready for it?"
I looked around at all his nice things
Told him, "Nigga, you already know it"
Bitch, I'm the man of the year
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight through this bitch
Bitch, I'm the man of the year
What you 'sposed to do when the OG niggas don't get it?
Lost what was once theirs but they won't quit it
Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers
Lemme show you how to move in a room
Full of dudes that don't got a fuckin' clue how to do this
Pro'ly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik
My President is black, but my jeweler's still Jewish
So you know it cost, he makin' a killing off me
Red diamonds he designing got me shining
Spotlight cover my body, my chain blinding
A cop light runner, they wanna but can't find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island
Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica
Seen how he was living, said, "I gotta get my weight up."
Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed with my mans, motivated my team
Ced said, "Look, my niggas. We got a foot in."
Being good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin'
Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley
So like him, you'll be gone too early
Mama hands together like 6:30
And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley
All my '90s niggas is gon' get it
18 and under, that's pro'ly gonna take a minute
I'mma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
I'mma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
At the time of this rhyme, 5 years 'til I know 30
Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries
This next shit is in no way to boast
But my city love breakfast, 'cause niggas had toast early
Coach had us doin' jumpin' jacks
Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin' laps
My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me just to show me he was fuckin' strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to know better?
I analyzed his life and see that he was so set up
Live by the trigger, 'cause no father figure
Means you don't got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a nigga
All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten niggas
Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga
So this is who I speak fo'
To give the young niggas somethin' they could reach fo'
You better dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more realer
When it come from the heart, don't it feel mo' iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y'all gon' have to pardon me
They say I rep that 'Ville too much, but that shit just a part of me
It's flowin' out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I'm varsity
No field trip, ain't hard to see, this real shit, you R&B
Seen a movie wit' yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me
(Woo!) That boy Simba crazy
Hotter than Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe
And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish I'd fail
It's Judgment Day, I'm here to give you pussy niggas hell
And some food for thought, I can serve a plate
With dessert to take, with dessert to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckin' over
It's like I'm fuckin' Oprah, well worth the wait
Maybe over your head, I'm ahead of my time
Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadin' my prime
'Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing
Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds
Friday Night Lights lyrics - J. Cole
Yeah
Almost, almost
Hm, damn
Hey
So here we are
So here we are
So here we are
It's funny how so close can seem so far
Seem so far
Seem so far
Seem so far
Funny how so close can seem so far, I mean
Nigga, this is your moment
Damn, this is your moment
Damn, this supposed to be your moment, ain't it?
This supposed to be your moment
This supposed to be your moment
This supposed to be your moment
What good is being the one when you the only one that knows it?
Too Deep For The Intro lyrics - J. Cole
Partially functional, half of me is comfortable
The other half is close to the cliff, like Mrs. Huxtable
These boys got them holsters and clips they pack like Lunchables
Like white boys in grade school, while we ate school-made food
Just eyeing they shit, wish I was trying they shit
Knowing when mama hit the store, she wasn't buying that shit
No, I ain't crying a bit, man that's just life, that's how that shit work
You reach your hand in fire, you pull it back when you get burnt
Gotta learn when you get hurt, even if it's with Cupid
He beat you and you went back, you's officially stupid
Oh yeah, I understand, that's your man, you had a plan
You been together for some years, you sticking with him for the kids
So you overlook the tears, but we both know that's a bad look
'Cause 20 years from now, your daughter'll probably get her ass whooped
Look, if this too deep for the intro, I'll find another use
But just in case it's perfect, let me introduce, Cole
Time to save the world
Where in the world is all the time?
So many things I still don't know (Uh-uh, hey)
So many times I've changed my mind
Guess I was born to make mistakes
But I ain't scared to take the weight
So when I stumble off the path (Yeah)
I know my heart will guide me back (Yeah)
Man, is this too deep for the intro? If so, I'll find another use
But just in case it's perfect, let me introduce
It's Cole, I had a dream and so I made a move
A ill ass nigga who just so happened to stay in school
Still rap for hustlers and motherfuckers that hated school
Said, "That's for busters," then heard my shit and I made it cool
It's safe to say that I'm gifted as if I'm Christmas shopping
I got gangster niggas lining up in admissions office
Ay, possibly 'cause all the hoes a nigga scraped
A lot of shit up on my plate, so you know a nigga late
To my first class, I'd much rather sit up in first class
Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my first smash?
Wasn't experienced, so nah, I didn't wear it out
Always thought my first time would be someone I cared about
But being a virgin was something to be embarrassed 'bout
I used that ass for practice, so I wasn't scared out my mind
You call it rhymes, I call it clearing out my mind
Was just a young boy staring out my blinds
'Til I got free from my mama leash
Running loose through the streets like a stray dog in heat
And we looking for some freaks, can you play? Pardon me
What's your name? Don't mistake me for no lame, no, not me
She knew I was on the team 'cause she seen how tall I be
In the club dappin' niggas, eventually, R.I.P.
Damn, you win some, you lose some, that's just how it happens
And if a nigga step up to you, then you gotta scrap 'em
Your name is all you got, throwing hands by the bathroom
It's funny, I barely told nobody I started rapping
'Cause see, some niggas was haters that I just viewed as clowns
At fourteen, I knew I was the nicest dude around
I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now
If they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot 'em down
Ha, yeah nigga, hell yeah
I felt that one in my fuckin' soul, nigga
Ha-ha
Ooh, hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Ooh, hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Before I'm Gone lyrics - J. Cole
I hit the weed, I told myself the last time would be my last
I don't trust my own niggas, now my mind racing fast
Got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash
If the police run up on me, I ain't stopping for their ass
Boy, you know my L's dirty, if they stop me, I'm goin' to jail surely
I'll be next to my brother in the cell, no bail for me
"Man, let me out. Send me back to bitches that smell pretty."
And all I gotta do is call once and she there all ready
Yeah, buddy, can't you tell I'm goin' through hell?
I don't even open my mail
I'm in the shower with a soap and the towel, I need cleansing
Bad bitches all on the prowl, they need Benzes
Pussy niggas running their mouth and we ain't flinching
Their names ain't even mentioned
I got dreams bigger than your whole team
You niggas so broke, yet somehow you so green
I guess it's envy, started with a penny now I'm getting plenty money
Huh, and one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, hey
And one time for the city, hey
And two times for you, uh
Look kid, it's raining outside boy, fuck an umbrella
Niggas banging outside boy, their guns'll dumbbell a nigga
Tired of telling niggas that's deceased "Rest in peace"
We tired of only having just a piece
And fuck policing, they're killing niggas, what's the reason?
His daughter starving and she fucking freezing
So no wonder why he fucking squeezing
They're out here bustin', leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the floor
Bullets wet you like it's semen on a ho
Breathing slow man, I'm in hell
One day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail
Lord knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some shit that's darker than the tints up on the windshield
Uh, welcome to Sinville where niggas on base
Shit is looking like an infield, high as a Sprint bill
What you think? That's the reason why this ink in my pen kills
Phony niggas until they are extinct, bitch I've been real
Huh, and one time for the city, hey, uh
And two times for you, yeah
And one time for the city, hey, hmm
And two times for you, hey
Them old niggas sayin', "Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine
All he ever doin' is paintin' pictures of crime
Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' pictures of dope"
Bitch if you listenin', I'm paintin' pictures of hope, huh
That boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hopin' today he won't be the butt of somebody's joke
See me, I lived it all from dirt-poor in a trailer
Worried about my mother and never trustin' my neighbors
To middle-class with a backyard and my own room
To bein' the only black kid in my homeroom
Academically gifted and followed my own rules
Was runnin' the streets, hey ma, I'll be home soon
Was out chasin' hoes, was out hoopin'
Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin', uh
So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this shit
Never sold a rock and look, I made it bitch
Huh, and one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, hey
And one time for the city, yeah
And two times for you, hey
Girl it's been so long, I've been gone from you
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do
It's hard but the thought of you would ease my pain
Girl I promise they're gon' know our name, uh
Ain't seen you smile in a while
But I been dreamin' 'bout you
Oh oh oh
Back To The Topic lyrics - J. Cole
Yeah, nigga
I'ma go ahead and murder this shit
Voice gone and shit, I think it's gon' make it sound a little
A little ill, just a little iller
Yeah, Fayettenam, nigga, yeah
Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal
Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
You can pick apart my raps, I ain't told ya nan lie
My world a little darker like a fuckin' tan line
Go on look for a better nigga, girl, you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind
No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind
Aw, no ma'am, I'm an old land mine
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
Now I'm armed and I'm, Fayettenam's finest
Carolina's savior, marijuana blazer
Only on occasion 'cause my mind be racin'
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap niggas gotta be fakin'
Whole style obviously copied, pasted
Plagiarized swag, may arrive last
But when it's all said and done, I'ma be ahead of them
Way that I describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine
Way that I be fly, I be higher than the Jet-a-sons
Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamins, bad chicks, send 'em in
Basic hoes, toss 'em out, can't even get Waffle House
Hatin' niggas, chalk 'em out, go on, get the coffin out
What you talking about, little man?
My shit here burning, you not even little tan
I'm ill enough to kill cancer, baby, I'm chemo
Down in Miami and I'm throwed like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know and she bald like an Eagle
No, not on top but down there
She say she want to hop on top, girl, I don't care
You better get yours 'fore I reach mine 'cause then I'm throwing peace signs
If you a freak, I can take you to your peak
Girl, I do it to the maximum, Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking, tryna get you open like receivers
Far from an overnight achiever
Cole is like the leader of the new niggas
To tell the truth, I'm only fucking with a few niggas
If that, the rest of y'all niggas get lapped
I sit back and reflect on the rap game, I came from out of nowhere
Nigga, I swear them lames ain't know how to prepare
Got niggas shouting out the 'Ville, "I gotta go there"
Boy, don't you know you get shot over there?
I say my prayers 'cause this life ain't fair
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain't there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there
Yeah late at night, when I got the phone call and made a right
But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
Hit it then I quit it 'fore she even made the bed
Damn I'm no good, but damn it's so good
I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would
Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that V-gina
Type of chick that only dress in something that's designer
I could give a fuck long as there's something that's behind of her
Got the type of bumper make a dog wanna hump
Back to the topic, actually forgot it
Hoes, money, I'm the shit, oh yeah, I'm reminded
The way I put the words together, cleverly align 'em
These other rap niggas should never be a problem
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Let me hear that, woo!
You Got It lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Wale)
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time)
Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right, and girl you dead right
If your head right, I'll be there every night
I just might change your life
'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey)
Hey, Cole World, real cold world
I watch you hit the floor and watch it drop it real low, girl
Last time I seen you, you was a little old girl
Had a crush, now we grown and you still so thorough
Uh, clap for her, work it 'til you exhausted
I swear ain't nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it
Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass
Goddamn, your ex-man is a dumb-ass
When you was leaving, did he put up a fight?
Was he stressing you? Wasn't fucking you right?
Well, one man's trash is another man's treasure
One man's pain is another man's pleasure
One damn thing you can't change is the weather
But even if it rain, we get rained on together, huh
It's whatever, you shine, I shine
I know you got a 9-to-5, I'll be your 5-to-9
Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time)
Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right, and girl you dead right
If your head right, I'll be there every night
I just might change your life
'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey)
May this song reach your heart
Uh, man, I could hear 'em saying
May this song reach your heart
Ay, yeah
Yeah, go 'head and pop it like you do in the mirror
I'm picking through the crowd, tryna see a little clearer
High heel wearer, uh, hell of a body
First one to spot you and I ain't telling nobody
Nope, I'm peeking at your ass, winking at your ass
If I don't bag, I'll be thinking 'bout your ass
For the whole week, no time for cold feet
She too bad to pass, so fine, I'm gon' speak
I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be low-key
She tell me I got that flame, "Your rhymes are so deep"
Damn, girl thank you, shit, you so bad
Know your daddy wish he could still spank you, hold up
'Fore these other niggas roll up and try and get ya
The ones that say they riders but never do ride with ya
I'm tryna vibe with you. So, won't you throw me your phone number?
And let them lames get your old number
Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time)
Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right, and girl you dead right
If your head right, I'll be there every night
I just might change your life
'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey)
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
Roc Nation, Wale, ha-ha
Look, Cole World, still a cold world
And a couple y'all is cool but we a little more thorough, huh
Whole time, a little more girls
You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure
Hold up, loud packs like I got cancer
Choking on them white boys make a Black Panther
Love my women with high heels and high standards
And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers
I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat
I ain't superstitious, I make all these broads split my pole
Ha, you dig it, this shit ain't for beginners
I'm something like a fetus, see, I'm not quite kidding
And there's something you ain't seeing like I block y'all vision
Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop
Hundred K in twenty-two hours
See, money talks, you motherfuckers is Boomhauer
No check back, in debt, yep
Loud in my J, y'all smoke that Gallaudet
Higher than I need to be, flyer 'cause I need to be
Love our conversation but it's late right now, I need to beat, ha-ha
One time for the Ville that Cole rep
Another time for the city of the slow death
I don't understand why these niggas so vexed
I don't need no chains with no cross to know I'm blessed
Hold up!
Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time)
Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
But I gotta make sure I'm right, and girl you dead right
If your head right, I'll be there every night
I just might change your life
'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey)
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
Villematic lyrics - J. Cole
To the college kids, no scholarships, starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser
Enjoy it while you got it, after that, it's God bless ya
Life is your professor, know that bitch is gon' test ya
I got some shit I'd like to get off my chest
I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress
And can I spit out my stress?
It's the feeling in the air
You bout to drop a real classic
He said, "Cole, a little birdy told me on the low you got a Illmatic"
Nobody touching Nas, nigga it's more like Villematic
Uh, these Fayettenam tales be paying off well
What story is my audio theater gon' tell
I know my debut will ship, but is it gon' sell?
I guess it's in God's hands
I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say, "God damn"
That's for your non-believers, I'm the truth, only time'll teach ya
And fuck the haters, probably never love their mamas neither
Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class homes
With computers on hatin' on the newest song
While you was browsin', I was takin' out them student loans
Tryna do this shit better than the niggas we grew up on
Name a fuckin' song I ain't threw up on
Talk is cheap, it's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home
Hah, pardon the stereotype
But y'all giving me mixed feelings like I married a white woman
One minute I'm overrated, next minute I'm the savior
You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya
For bullshitting, and that nigga Cole spitting that real
Wrote this line on a plane got flown straight from the Ville
To Miami, where the same time last year
I was broker than you, I just wanna make that clear
'Cause now I'm dealing with money I've never seen before
And R&B bitches want me, that was just dreams before
Now do I give into the temptation I'm facing?
The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasing
But I'm just a man, at time's the timing is wrong
Plus my dick is like a man with a mind of it's own
But I'm tryna be strong, remind myself she ain't about shit
These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit
Looking for cheese on some mouse shit
Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga, then go run their mouth quick
Rappers took a vacation I came over to house sit
You want change, this that between the seats in your couch shit
The fuck you thought, I lost it?
All that flame on my name would get exhausted
Au contraire, my nigga, they're all ears
Sit back, enjoy the ride it's finna be a long year, yeah
It's finna be a long year, yeah
I know you feel that
The tingle in your spine, don't conceal that
Don't conceal that
This exactly what you thought, somebody bought the real back
Hey
Enchanted lyrics - J. Cole (feat. Omen)
[J. Cole:]
Yeah, this is where the
Yeah, this is where the fathers ain't livin', least not with us
Might see 'em 'round the city and won't even say "What's up"
When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Just a small town nigga, big city hustle
Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell
These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros
For that Robert De Niro, niggas reload on them kilos, uh
Dodging them people, mad at myself 'cause
I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell
Shorty smoke crack and her boyfriend too
And sometimes, he touch her daughter how them boyfriends do
Pull up to the club where my boys went too
See that yellow tape and the boys in blue
A nigga on a stretcher, and though I never met you
I'm thinkin', "God bless you. The city tryna get you"
Man, don't let the city get you
Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler
If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts, screaming, "We miss you"
Come with me
Run quick see
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
Come with me (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
Run quick see (Da-da da-da da-da)
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
[Omen:]
Yeah, now see God, I know you only do what's best for me
But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny?
They're always tellin' me it's temporary
Then why it's feelin' like a cemetery? My dreams ain't got no obituaries
My city hurtin' and none of us well-equipped here
You heard me say I was ballin', I probably meant tears
I'm tryna get clear
I'm tryna quit fear, who wrote the scripts here?
These kids live their whole life just killing time
Running the race with no finish line
They tryna noose us with their ropes, but I'm finna climb
I think my foolish pride might become my suicide
But I ain't tryna go, no, baby
And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope
'Cause I ain't dying, my words gon' last forever
You can hold the treasure, look inside, see a diamond in my mind
I'm tired of seeing dope fiends wiping their nose clean
Is my neighborhood just a smokescreen?
I think I'm in the dungeon fam, I see low green
Sons raised by both queens but it's no kings
[J. Cole:]
Come with me
Run quick see
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
Come with me (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
Run quick see (Da-da da-da da-da)
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
It seems like niggas either feel you or they tryna kill you
I face the sky and hope that God ain't acting unfamiliar
You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar
They tell me that it's God's will
I'm asking, "God, will ya heal a nigga from all this pain?"
Mama smokin' cocaine
As it rains out, am I to blame?
Try to stay sane
So I came outside where they rock with them thangs out
To clear my mind, the same time they blew that boy brains out
But will it change? It's like niggas is free
But our minds still in the chains, brothers killing each other
The blood spill, it's a shame, will it ever slow up?
A lot of niggas getting older, but they never grow up
And do their sons like their fathers did and never show up
No need to cry about it, just another episode of
Life, watch the whole season, nigga, no reruns
The devil out here buying souls, nigga, no refunds, huh
Man, don't let the city get you
Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler
If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts screaming, "We miss you"
Another day, another song
A mother prays, another gone
But still we play, like ain't nothing wrong
Like ain't nothing wrong, 'cause ain't nothing wrong
I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall
But before I pass, I gotta ball
I gotta ball, I gotta ball
Nigga, I gotta ball
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