Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Won't Be Long, artist - J. Cole. Album song Truly Yours, J. Cole, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.08.2017
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
It Won't Be Long |
| Uh, yeah |
| I said it won’t be long (no) |
| ‘fore we out here baby |
| Gotta get you up out here baby |
| Said it won’t be long |
| ‘fore we out here baby |
| We up out here baby |
| I say a prayer and look up in the sky |
| Thank God even though a nigga headed to this tired day job |
| Will my eyes stay wide still I know I’m gonna blow |
| This is music for my niggas cause I know you want more |
| Cause that old shit fake but this new shit real |
| J. Cole not Jay but this that Blueprint feel |
| Hey Cole is you crazy that’s some big boots to fill |
| Yeah straight out the Ville and the shoes fit well |
| Seen heaven, seen hell, seen niggas get killed |
| Knew every detail still never would tell |
| Scared of the repercussion, scared of them people bussin' |
| Bullets be hittin' nigga’s you swear they could be percussion |
| Niggas be holding triggers before they could read instructions |
| Oh God, never did our fathers teach us nothing |
| No law, but became a man on my own |
| Showed my momma I could stand on my own |
| Dear mama, your son hurting |
| Living in this cold World where niggas shun virgins |
| And praise hoes |
| As days go by shawty 19 years old |
| No clothes for her baby yet she stay so fly |
| Tell me why mamma do you cry |
| Is it cause you know my teacher be feeding me lies |
| Is it cause you know that Preacher is greedy inside |
| Cause racism is alive I see the disguise |
| Mamma I know it hurts |
| It hurts me to watch you go to work barely hanging on |
| Some rich man getting richer while you slaving for him |
| So whats the options for him |
| A young nigga from the hood without a pops at home |
| Surrounded by no good |
| And soon no good becomes so good quick |
| A little drug money got him feeling so hood rich |
| Killing your hood with the same shit Ronald Reagon filled up your hood with |
| And it’s still in your hood shit |
| I’m feeling no good mamma |
| I’m sick of my soul |
| Is there a better life for us I just sit and I hope |
| I just hope and I pray |
| It’ll change one day I’ll make a change one way |
| And mamma I can fly you out this cold world |
| This cold life, it’s all wrong |
| There’s no right |
| Its hard to see the good when there’s no light |
| Just grab onto me, trust me hold tight! |