Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 03' Adolescence, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Song language: English
03' Adolescence |
| 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 that 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? |
| (Yeah) |
| 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 sooth your soul |
| If you see my tears fall 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, them white boys ain’t know no better |
| Besides, what’s twenty dollars to a nigga like that? |
| He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back |
| I peep game |
| Got home snatched my mama keychain, took her whip |
| The appeal, too 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 her 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 you sound right now? |
| You won’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 you 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 weight 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 |
| You 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 you 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 (Aye who am I?) |
| It ain’t always for the better dawg I can’t lie (Aye who am I?) |
| 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 sooth your soul |
| If you see my tears fall just let me be |
| Move along, nothing to see |
| I never felt better |