J. Cole

Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith

Sometimes I think that these verses can help a person

Way more than the ones they readin’ in churches on days of worship

No disrespect to the Lord and Savior, that ain’t just ego

The number one question is, “How?”

How does it feel now that you on?

How much you worth? How big is your home?

And the drought got me prayin’ for a Carl Thom vibe

Summer Rain come again

Numb the pain ’cause it’s hard for a felon

In my mind I been cryin’, know it’s wrong but I’m sellin’

Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?

I’m tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune

I’m a born sinner

But I die better than that, I swear

It’s way darker this time

Life can’t get any worse, Stevie with his glasses off

‘Cause I still don’t see hope, lookin’ for a quick fix

Partially functional, half of me is comfortable

The other half is close to the cliff, like Mrs. Huxtable

Yeah, I’m sipping liquor for the pain, pouring liquor for the slain

Nothing else can do the trick like hard liquor to the brain

I’m somethin’ like the light-skin version

Of the very same baby that The Virgin Mary raised