Now that I turn 29 I'm standing here and I'm feeling fine Lots of stories have been told I, I have gone so far Since 1995 It feels like an endless summer
ya I'm tryna vibe with ya so wont you throw me your phone number and let them lames get ya old number [J. Cole - Chorus] [Wale] Roc Nation, Wale look
answer She wiped my brow and I followed her back To the Tropic of Cancer She killed the light She dropped her glove She said, "Are you looking for trouble Or looking
questions With no answers Cure for Cancer Cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home Thangs are wrong Well not really, it
See I can kinda recall little ways back Small tryin' to bawl always been black And my hair I tried it all, I even went flat Had a gumdee curly top and
(Uh) Look, I does my S-H-I-T Please excuse me for the smell For certain does my jerk thing And I Keep her working She a star on the track like Pharrel
AQUARIUS! There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack
bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a sucker ass These niggaz, scared of your bark, but bitch I touch ass And bust back, what's that, it's face mob in
a certain type of way Like the balm, smooth sounds of Marvin Gaye I didn't know Comptone was like that Until I got out there and had to fight back Walkin' back
own two down with my own crew Toe cancer I'm bad to the bone too I'm prone to snap off When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse
They come back to us and our hands are filled With their rotting tissues But we turn not our backs we press our lips Into their cancer, into the dust
teen Mama cared for me, papa wasn't there for me Older brother sold dope and murph blurr for me Times got hard I had to get harder Let me take that back
't like it slow consider me one of them folk. Lets get to it, get to it, get to it, get to it. Kinda crunk and i'm on this scene a look back and that'
apple say goodbye [to the boss, kingpin wants a divorce] she was diagnosed with cancer, heard it from the source now she [wanders] from, manger to manger, looking
wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be through Lookin' so far up, you might fall down Gettin' clowned by the hound from east Oaktown And the look in
took the precious things that I hold dearer It rifled through the gray and disappeared The creeping darkness makes the small hours clearer Like a cancer
sweatin' more than Bob Barino I switch tongue buenos caso me camino Then I switch it back 'cause in that style I swing yo Beat your head like a drumSPANISH I sit back
sneaking A peak so I know you live these gangsters Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla Lookie here lets
