He's in love with a little known world He's so in love he'll take it in the arm of his girl He's so in love with a little white god He's so in love he
for going out like bitches I smacked 'em, gave a little speech, to mirth Happiness, 'cause me and all my peeps got hurt That night, I said a little
One, one, two Check me out, right here, yo Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then
number [J. Cole - Chorus] [Wale] Roc Nation, Wale look, Cole World, still a cold world and a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough whole town, a little
some straw But I'm not putting out for God tonight I'm not putting out, for God would kill my legs shut It's a mistake lighting little white candles
swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin', spin a wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tire-rod Quit hollerin' "Why, God?"
Central Los Angeles And unfortunately} Shit ain't like that It's real fucked up God damn, what a brother gotta do To get a message through To the red, white
I never would imagine So I?m going out looking for my dawg On the block getting bent for my dawg God tell me why it hurt so bad Why you take ?little
we catch him, you know we get the stole on I got that package, but I'ma need a little mo' Check on my momma, my kids and my little hoe Don't even sweat
, the fuck am I saying? Not only am I fly, I'm fucking not playing All these little bitches too big for they britches Burning their little bridges, fucking ridiculous Champagne wishes, thirty white
Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white They used
bags feel knowing you're disposable? Summers eve Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the shit 'Cause it's your God damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little
what are we to do with a house with no roof look up and pray to whose above you God, yeeup, now just look in your seat, black people, white people, all
up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people act like little kids? make mad excuses when they know what it is be like them white folks
metaphor, I'm just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good God, dip, do a little slide Bend down
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second Niggaz in the street they want it hurry When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry A little
it's the misery of inequity Said it's the history of inequity When it all, all falls down Telling you all, it all falls down Children eat your bread Little
Moves like a fist through the traffic Anger and no one can heal it Shoves a little bump into the momentum It's just a little lump but you feel it, in
