Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FRIENDS, artist - J. Cole. Album song KOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dreamville
Song language: English
FRIENDS |
Cop another bag and smoke today |
Cop another bag and smoke today |
Cop another bag and smoke today |
Cop another bag and smoke today |
Cop another bag and smoke today |
Cop another bag and smoke today |
Cop another bag and smoke today |
Cop another bag and smoke today |
I got thoughts, can’t control |
Got me down, got me low |
Rest my mind, rest my soul |
When I blow, when I blow |
Am I wrong, let them know |
Feels so right to let things go |
Don’t think twice, this is me |
This is how I should be |
But I’m aggravated without it |
My saddest days are without it |
My Saturdays are the loudest |
I’m blowing strong |
Some niggas graduated to powder |
I dabble later, I doubt it |
My database of narcotics |
It’s growing long |
But I’m aggravated without it |
My saddest days are without it |
My Saturdays are the loudest |
I’m blowing strong |
Some niggas graduated to powder |
I dabble later, I doubt it |
My database of narcotics |
It’s growing long |
I wrote this shit to talk about the word addiction |
To my niggas --- I hope you listening |
--- and ---, I hope you listening |
This is for the whole fucking Ville, I hope you’re listening |
Smoking medical grade, but I ain’t got prescription |
All the way in Cali where they ain’t got precipi- |
-tation, feeling like the only one that made it |
And I hate it for my niggas 'cause they ain’t got ambition |
Fuck did you expect, you can blame it on condition |
Blame it on crack, you can blame it on the system |
Blame it on the fact that 12 got jurisdiction |
To ride around in neighborhoods that they ain’t ever lived in |
Blame it on the strain that you feel when daddy missing |
Blame it on Trump shit, blame it on Clinton |
Blame it on trap music and the politicians |
Or the fact that every black boy wanna be Pippen |
But they only got 12 slots on the Pistons |
Blame it on the rain, Milli Vanilli with the disk skip |
What I’m tryna say is the blame can go deep as seas |
Just to blame 'em all I would need like twenty CD’s |
There’s all sorts of trauma from drama that children see |
Type of shit that normally would call for therapy |
But you know just how it go in our community |
Keep that shit inside it don’t matter how hard it be |
Fast forward, them kids is grown and they blowing trees |
And popping pills due to chronic anxiety |
I been saw the problem but stay silent 'cause I ain’t Jesus |
This ain’t no trial if you desire go higher please |
But fuck that now I’m older I love you 'cause you my friend |
Without the drugs I want you be comfortable in your skin |
I know you so I know you still keep a lot of shit in |
You running from yourself and you buying product again |
I know you say it helps and no I’m not trying to offend |
But I know depression and drug addiction don’t blend |
Reality distorts and then you get lost in the wind |
And I done seen the combo take niggas off the deep end |
One thing about your demons they bound to catch up one day |
I’d rather see you stand up and face them than run away |
I understand this message is not the coolest to say |
But if you down to try it I know of a better way |
Meditate |
Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate |
Don’t medicate, medicate, don’t medicate, medicate |
Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate |
Don’t medicate, medicate, don’t medicate, medicate |
I got thoughts, can’t control |
Got me down, got me low |
Rest my mind, rest my soul |
When I blow, when I blow |
Am I wrong, let them know |
Feels so right to let things go |
Don’t think twice, this is me |
This is how I should be |
Cop another bag of smoke today |
Cop another bag of smoke today |
Cop another bag of smoke today |
Cop another bag of smoke today |
Cop another bag of smoke today |
Cop another bag of smoke today |
Cop another bag of smoke today |
Cop another bag of smoke today |