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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