Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BRACKETS , by - J. Cole. Song from the album KOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dreamville
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BRACKETS , by - J. Cole. Song from the album KOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопBRACKETS | 
| Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business | 
| A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know | 
| And I’m really happy about it | 
| And I’m not bragging, I just wanna say something | 
| I make a so—fuck, it’s ridiculous | 
| But wait, wait a minute, wait a minute | 
| Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go home and say | 
| «Dad, I wanna tell you how much money I made» | 
| You know what he’d say? | 
| «You's a lying motherfucker | 
| Joe Louis didn’t make that much money | 
| Come in here, get your ass out the house | 
| Coming here with that bullshit,» hah | 
| Niggas hating on me, I ain’t used to that | 
| Know a couple people wanna shoot for that | 
| I say «No, no, no, chill, it ain’t no need for that» | 
| Them niggas tryna blow and ain’t need me for that | 
| And if it work for them, well shit, I’m cool with that | 
| 'Cause how they feel, I ain’t got shit to do with that | 
| I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack | 
| And trip off how much bread them crackers take from that | 
| (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| It’s been a long time since I have felt this way | 
| About something but now, but now | 
| I’m controlling my mind, the days are warm | 
| The nights are cold, the lost is found, I’m found | 
| Lord knows I need something to fill this void | 
| Lord knows I need something to fill this void | 
| Lord knows I need something to fill this void | 
| Lord knows I need something to fill this void | 
| Hell yeah boy, I’m a goddamn millionaire now | 
| Hell yeah, nigga, they can’t tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that | 
| Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million dollar check nigga | 
| I’m goddamn lit boy, you crazy as hell | 
| Hold up, it’s my phone real quick, it’s my Unc' | 
| Uncle Sam and shit | 
| «What's up Unc'? | 
| Yup. | 
| Hey, I told you that check was coming in, I gotchu when | 
| it came in. Goddamn, I’m a man of my word. | 
| Goddamn, I told you I’ma have it, | 
| and goddamn, I’ma have it for you. | 
| Hell, shit, damn right. | 
| Now, | 
| how much was it though? | 
| Uh huh. | 
| Huh? | 
| Half? | 
| Half nigga? | 
| You crazy, boy, | 
| you crazy. | 
| Bitch, you crazy as fuck. | 
| Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my | 
| dick! | 
| Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don’t make sense | 
| Where do my dollars go? | 
| You see lately, I ain’t been convinced | 
| I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools | 
| But my niggas barely graduate, they ain’t got the tools | 
| Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send | 
| Get spent hirin' some teachers that don’t look like them | 
| And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I spend | 
| Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of skin | 
| One thing about the men that’s controlling the pen | 
| That write history, they always seem to white-out they sins | 
| Maybe we’ll never see a black man in the White House again | 
| I’ll write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim | 
| Damn, do I even have a say 'bout where it’s goin'? | 
| Some older nigga told me to start votin' | 
| I said «Democracy is too fuckin' slow» | 
| If I’m givin' y’all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know | 
| Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it’s 2018 | 
| Let me pick the things I’m funding from an app on my screen | 
| Better that than letting wack congressman I’ve never seen | 
| Dictate where my money go, straight into the palms of some Money-hungry company | 
| that make guns that circulate the country And then wind up in my hood, | 
| making bloody clothes | 
| Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose | 
| From the concrete, he was prolly rose | 
| Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother | 
| He did good at the white man schools unlike his brother | 
| Who was lost in the streets all day, not using rubbers | 
| So right now, he got two on the way | 
| Still sleep on covers in his mama house | 
| She can’t take this shit no more, she want him out | 
| On the morning of the funeral, just as she’s walking out | 
| Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses | 
| She remember that she gotta file her taxes, damn | 
| (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
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