Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neighbors, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 08.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neighbors |
| I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope, sellin' dope |
| Yeah the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope, sellin' dope |
| Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope |
| I don’t want no picture with the president |
| I just wanna talk to the man |
| Speak for the boys in the bando |
| And my nigga never walkin' again |
| Apologized if I’m harpin' again |
| I know these things happen often |
| But I’m back on the scene |
| I was lost in a dream as I write this |
| A teen down in Austin |
| I been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma |
| Won’t believe what it’s costin' |
| And it’s fit for a king, right? |
| Or a nigga that could sing |
| And explain all the pain that it cost him |
| My sixteen should’ve came with a coffin |
| Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune |
| But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin' |
| That’s why I moved away, I needed privacy |
| Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League |
| Students that’s recruited highly |
| Thinkin' you do you and I do me |
| Crib has got a big 'ol backyard |
| My niggas stand outside and pass cigars |
| Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard |
| Thankful that they friend’s a platinum star |
| In the driveway there’s no rapper cars |
| Just some shit to get from back and forth |
| Just some shit to get from back and forth |
| Welcome to the shelter, this is pure |
| We’ll help you if you’ve felt too insecure |
| To be the star you always knew you were |
| Wait, I think police is at the door |
| Okay, the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope |
| Hm, I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope sellin' dope |
| The neighbors think I’m, neighbors think I’m |
| I think the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don’t follow me) |
| I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope, sellin' dope |
| Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope |
| Well motherfucker, I am |
| Some things you can’t escape |
| Death, taxes, NRA |
| It’s this society that make |
| Every nigga feel like a candidate |
| For a Trayvon kinda fate |
| Even when your crib sit on a lake |
| Even when your plaques hang on a wall |
| Even when the president jam your tape |
| Took a little break just to annotate |
| How I feel, damn it’s late |
| I can’t sleep 'cause I’m paranoid |
| Black in a white man territory |
| Cops bust in with the army guns |
| No evidence of the harm we done |
| Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang |
| Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn |
| Don’t follow me, don’t follow me |
| Don’t follow me, don’t follow me |
| Okay, the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope |
| I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope sellin' dope |
| The neighbors think I’m, neighbors think I’m |
| I think the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don’t follow me) |
| I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope, sellin' dope |
| Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope |
| Well motherfucker, I am |
| I am, I am, I am, I am |
| Well motherfucker I am |
| I think the neighbors think I’m sellin' dope |
| I am, I am, I am |
| Well motherfucker I am |
| So much for integration |
| Don’t know what I was thinkin' |
| I’m movin' back to Southside |
| So much for integration |
| Don’t know what I was thinkin' |
| I’m movin' back to Southside |