Album Name

Forest Hills Drive : Live From Fayetteville, NC

Artist

J. Cole

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2016.02.19

Release Agency

Sony Music

03` Adolescence (Live) - J. Cole
I grew up a fuckin' screw up
Tie my shoe up
wish they was newer
Damn need somethin' newer
In love with the baddest
girl in the city
I wish I knew her
I wish I won't so shy
I wish I was a bit more fly
I wish thah I could tell her
how I really feel inside
That I'm the perfect nigga for her
but then maybe that's a lie
She like a certain type of nigga
and it's clear I'm not that guy
Ball player star player
I'm just watchin' from the side
On the bench
cause my lack of confidence
won't let me fly
I ain't grow up with my father
I ain't thinkin' bout that now
fast forward four years or so
from now I'll probably cry
When I realize what I missed
but as of now my eyes are dry
Cause I'm tryna stay alive
In the city where too
many niggas die
Dreamin' quiet tryna
dodge a suit and tie
Who am I Aye who am I
Things change
rearrange and so do I
It ain't always for the better
dawg I can't lie
I get high cause the lows
can be so cold
I might bend a little bit
but I don't fold
One time for my mind
and two for yours
I got food for your thoughts
to soothe your soul
If you see my tears
fail just let me be
Move along nothing to see
I always did shit the hard way
my niggas slangin in the hallway
Burnt Cd's and trees
like this was broadway
Times square
Kept the dimes there in the locker
Some Reggie Miller with more
brown hairs than Chubacca
Whispers that he got it
for the low low
Sell a dime for a dub the
white boys ain't know no better
Besides what's twenty dollors
to a nigga like that
He tell his pops he need some lunch
and hegon' get it right back
I peep game
Got home snatched
my mama keychain
took her whip
The appeal tool ill to refrain
I hit the boulevard pull up
to my nigga front door
His mama at home she still let em
hit the blunt though
I told hello and sat
with my nigga and laughed
And talked about how we gon
smash all the bitches in class
I complimented how I see him
out here getting his cash
and just asked
What a nigga gotta do to get that
Put me on
He just laughed
when he seen I was sure
17 years breathing his demeanor
said more
He told me Nigga you know
how tou sound right now
If you wasn't my mans
I would think
that you a clown right now
Listen you everything I wanna be
that's why I fucks with you
So how tou looking up to me
when I look up to you
you bout to go get a degree
I'ma be stuck with two choices
Either graduate to wieight
or selling number two
For what A hundred
bucks or two a week
Do you think that you would know
what to do if you was me
I got four brothers
one mother that don't love us
If they ain't never want us
why the fuck they never
wore rubbers
I felt ashamed to have ever
complained about my lack of gear
And thought about
how far we done came
From trailer park to a front yard
with trees in the sky
Thank you mama dry your eyes
there ain't no reason to cry
Tou made a genius and I
ain't gon' take it for granted
I ain't gon' settle for lesser
I ain't gon' take what they handed
Nah I'm gon' take what they owe me
and show tou that I can fly
And show ol' girl what she missing
The illest nigga alive
Aye who am I
Things change
rearrange and so do I
It ain't always for the better
dawg I can't lie
I get high cause the lows
can be so cold
I might bend a little bit
but I don't fold
One time for my mind
and two for yours
I got food for your thoughts
to soothe your soul
If you see my tears
fail just let me be
Move along nothing to see