cried So I will go to Jacob?s well To fill my cup with living water From the stream that has no end And I will thirst again no more It?s a long hard
crystal pool?midnight black, deep and cool By two a.m. we're in its spell?take off your clothes and jump in Jacob's Well She's an emerald in the sunlight
want you face down, first thing when I wake up I already got you covered, girl, ain't no need for makeup I just need a camera it's all in the papers
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain But that's just perfect for an Amish like
s the waiter Cheatin' guys, I already played ya Ladies night don't suffocate us If you touch us, we gonna altercation Warn Missy, you's impersonator I
lot of clothes but we don't really need 'em Things we buy to cover up what's inside 'Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealth That's why shorty's
Sunoco I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected I'm dope
Uh yea swing Nel my dirty Jacob Yea come on Now if you gonna ride Get inside lets roll If you runnin' yo mouth then Shit then shut my door I ain't got
I met a fan dancer Down in south side Birmingham She was running from a fat man selling salvation In his hand Now he's trying to save me Well I'm doing
this well, put em on In my YSL, put em on Bet you couldn?t tell, put em on Marc Jacobs swag, put em on With a new Louie bag, put em on Ima show you where it?s
[Chorus] What can I? It?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot [J Cole - Verse
individual, my spirit is a part of this That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical I'm not a miracle
the U.S My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's
kiss my bareta If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it
here for glamor or fashion But here's the question I'm askin' Why is it young black kids taught black? They're only taught how to read, write and act It's
so clear Devil's head, rotting flesh With the snakes inside your chest In the mirror you can't hide You've been granted Jacob's lide Whipping fear, spinning
I'm sorry Doc, it's Jacob again, my name's J "Tell me J, who's this Jacob anyway?" I fucking want him dead, it's a voice in my head I gotta lotta voices
of this well Our father Jacob dug it and the stories it could tell From this well drank his children and his kettle by the score Where is your well,