歌手:J. Cole
专辑:《The Warm Up》

作词 : J. Cole
作曲 : J. Cole
Now I was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen
I was fiending for the meals; I ain't talking Burger King
Some of my ****** in the Ville all they did was serve fiends
**** scales, I had skills all day rehearsing
Them pretty boys had them gals, spent their time flirting
All they wanted was some waves like they f*****g surfing
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, I ain't hating, do your thing
I was like a young Simba couldn’t wait to be the King
Now, *****, it’s the Prince
Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener
Look at shorty ass, way meaner
Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her
She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to Adina
My money like a senior, watch it graduate
Now it's time to eat
I’m letting all my ****** grab a plate
Gravitate to real s*it, stay away from phonies
These ****** heard about me now they acting like they know me
Keep on saying “Where you going *****”
S*it, there ain't no telling
Ay, where you going *****
Ay, there ain't no telling
They keep on saying where you going ***** going *****
There ain't no telling
Can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop
Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top
Pardon the interruption
A proper introduction is necessary when your s*it is legendary, man
Greedy ****** wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria
Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Pre**yterian
The hoes is librarians, they looking me up
She got a jones like Marion, she licking me up
Then we cut, look how she say my name
I got her moaning J. Cole, they used to say Jermaine
I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet s*it's deep
I was low just a dolla and some hope fixed me
Cause I was broke plus the **** that I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer
I’m a star, Converses
Conversin' with them girls with them curves like cursive
They open like curtains because my s*it is unheard of
Like curses on the radio
Same ******* used to play me though
And now they yelling “Where you going *****”
S*it, there ain't no telling
Ay, where you going *****
S*it, there ain't no telling
They keep on saying where you going ***** going *****
There ain't no telling
Can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop
Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top
I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back
Told my ******, aye I'm finna put the Ville on the map
I'll be back, and I'm coming with a deal and a plaque
Cause I'm ill *****, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap
Pouring liquor for my ****** that was killed, send em back
Came home s*it is real ****** still in the trap
Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang
Me I'm like a young Simba I can't wait to be the King
Witness the dream
Straight out that Carolina water I was brought up
In the city where the skinny ****** tryna be the ballas
Ain't no fathers but the skinny ****** tryna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma never caught us
What they taught us men them bad ******* only want the ballas
The starters, we hooping now the hoes wanna guard us
Okay, so play D, know what I mean
And I put you on the team
Man this life is but a dream
And I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward passports
I'm a f*****g rap star
Ay, Where you going *****
S*it, there ain't no telling
Yeah, they say this life is but a dream
Well I need a fast car, bad broads, fast forward passports
I'm a f*****g rap star
Ay, Where you going *****
Yeah, there ain't no telling