歌手:J. Cole
专辑:《Forest Hills Drive: Live from Fayetteville, NC》

作词 : Aubrey Graham/Jermaine Cole/Curtis Mayfield
作曲 : Aubrey Graham/Jermaine Cole/Curtis Mayfield
I need to know, how many people out here tonight
Fayetteville, have been f*ckin' with me from day 1 I need to know
I'm talkin' 'bout when a n*gga was passin' his mixtape out the f*ckin' mall and sh*t
He like, "you passed me one, n*gga"
I'ma do this sh*t ion' care if there's only like 5 or 6 people in here that know this sh*t I don't give a f*ck
I'ma do this song for anybody out here tonight
That got this sh*t that I dropped called The Warm Up
You know what I mean you gon' f*ck with this sh*t
Or even if you got this sh*t that I dropped called Friday Night Lights, you gon' f*ck with this sh*t
Now listen, I know a lot of people here, been f*ckin' with me for a long time
But a lot of ya'll, you know this might be the first album you f*ck with
Or the first show you ever came to so I gotta set the scene for ya'll, I gotta let y'all know somethin'
This sh*t been a long journey it was not always like this
It was not this many people
I'm bout to take ya'll to a time
Way before we had these f*ckin' fancy a*s f*ckin' LED lights and sh*t
I don't even know what the f*ck LED lights mean, but I'm payin' for them b*tches
Way before we had this f*ckin' cool a*s stage and sh*t, we ain't had to sh*t like this
And definitely way before we had this stupid f*ckin' ridiculous
Expensive, blue for no f*ckin' reason video wall behind me
We ain't have no sh*t like this man
The only thing we had-
The only thing we had was classic sh*t like this
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Sing!
I had this little bad thing, somethin' like them tens
She gave a n*gga mad brain, somethin' like The Wiz
But, you see, the sad thing f*ckin' with her is
Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a b*tch
So I tried to show her about the world
And about just who we really are
And where we've come and how we still have to go really far
Like, "Baby, look at how we live broke on Bragg boulevard"
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra
Then all I really want is for her to go down low
Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow
And all that deep sh*t I was previously down fo'
Replaced by freak sh*t I am currently down fo'
You see I peeped it, pus*y is power
That proud feelin' we get knowin' that pus*y is ours
And how it feels to feel that feelin'
You feelin' when you be drillin' that sh*t
Got her sayin' you be killin' that sh*t
And all the pain the world cause, she be healin' that sh*t
And naw, that ain't your girl, dog
But you be feelin' that chick
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But in the meantime it's lights, please
Lights please, lights please
Sing!
Turn off the lights
For now, everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be alright
Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights
For now, everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be alright
Ah sh*t
2,6 sing
Hey can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
The sun risin' while you moanin'
Huh, up top!
Baby, you summertime fine
I let you get on top, I be the underline, I'm
Tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime
You fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell
But well, I'm wonderin' what type of sh*t you wantin'
Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman?
Ay would you drink with a n*gga? Do you smoke weed?
Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees
Gettin' lifted, I quit but sh*t, I might get high with you
It's only fittin' 'cause I'm lookin' super fly with you
A flower, you are powerful, you do somethin' to me
'Cause girl, I caught the **** like you threw somethin' to me
So I threw 'em back, now all my n*ggas hollerin', “Who was that?”
“Oh boy, she bad n*gga, what you 'bout to do with that?”
I'm finna take you home, just sip a little Patron
Now we zonin', baby you so fine
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Sing
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin', moanin', moan..
Hey!
Cole world
Fayettenam sing this sh*t!
Yeah, this is for all the fans..
That waited, the b*tch n*ggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look, Mama; we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs, and potatoes
Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like- Hands up!
****yzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls, and vandalizin' her curls
Sweatin' her weave out, moans as she breathes out
F*ck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute
I step over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin' n*ggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey, Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over D'wana
Now a n*gga only text and get stressed over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better, hood b*tches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue 'bout the same thing
And tell me, why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing
Sing!
Nobody's perfect, sing!
Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh
Say what?
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)
Nobody's perfect, ay
Hey, right side, hands up
Hey, but you're perfect for me
We rollin', we ridin'
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat: Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, eh