Lyrics Note to Self - J. Cole

Note to Self

And wherever we go
And whatever we do
And whatever we see
And whoever we be
It don’t matter, it don’t matter
I don’t mind cause you don’t matter
I don’t mind cause I don’t matter
(And don’t shit matter)
You’ll see in the end
I’ve got a feeling that there’s somethin' more
Something that holds us together
Something that holds us together
The strangest feeling but I can’t be sure
Something that’s old as forever
Something that’s old as forever
Love, love, love, love
And wherever we go
And whatever we do
And whatever we see
And whoever we be
It don’t matter, it don’t matter
I don’t mind cause you don’t matter
I don’t mind cause I don’t matter
(And don’t shit matter)
You’ll see in the end
Yeah nigga, Forest Hills Drive.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s it.
We made it, baby!
As we speak the last sample just cleared.
Thank you to
whoever in Japan, just cleared that shit.
Turn my vocal up and turn the
headphones down a little bit.
I gotta do my thank you’s man.
I didn’t have
enough time to turn in my thank you’s for the artwork, so fuck it.
I’ma do it right now…
This is the credits.
This is roll credits nigga, if you don’t wanna sit through
the credits get your ass up and walk out the movie theatre.
First and foremost
my entire Dreamville team, thank you, man.
Before that I’m buggin, thank you,
God!
Oh my God.
Everything happened too perfectly and in line—this whole thing.
Thank you, God.
Thank my Dreamville family.
Mez who fuckin' asleep right now,
that nigga ain’t even recording this thing right now.
Nigga’s been working
hard man, Mez I’m proud as fuck of you man, for real you killed this shit.
Ib what up.
El Presidente what up!
We killed this shit nigga, we killed this
shit nigga!
I don’t give a fuck if we sell 3 copies nigga, we killed this shit
nigga!
My nigga Adam, I’m proud of y’all man, for real.
Ron Gilmore, my nigga.
Yes, Camille, yes that’s my sister.
KC, that’s like a father figure right
there, KC I love you man.
My brother Ced, wow, we done came a long way from the
Ville, my nigga Gray’s Creek.
My nigga Felton, you killed it, you killed that
Friday Night Lights shit nigga and you killed this one too man.
I shoulda been
coming to you man.
You only do the classics though, that’s what it is, for real.
My nigga Mike Shaw shiggity, you already know where he at right now posted up
somewhere in D.R.
My nigga RJ Trump Trump gettin' that motherfuckin' bread,
you know what it is man.
My nigga Diz, I see you, I see your vision,
I believe in you.
I love y’all niggas.
Big D, thank you man for real.
(Teddy what up) (Shotgun) We believe in y’all, (Proof!) you and the fiends,
my nigga Bassy Badass, Bas, Bas, Bas, I can’t believe it, nigga!
(Marquis Jones) You changed your life, man, keep goin'.
Keep goin',
the sky is the limit.
Fuck that, man, Super Mookin Fiends.
It’s Super Mookin
Fiends nigga!
My nigga Depp, you know what I mean?
Razzle Dazzle, Elite, Elite, Elite,
Elite what up!
What up man, my nigga Reagan put in them hours!
My nigga Omen,
man, Elephant Eyes, that shit is a confirmed classic, man.
Dreamville,
we only did confirmed classics so far, that’s all we doin'.
Yo Elijah!
Aye if we go diamond, nigga you got the triple crown, man.
First 50,
then Usher, nigga you fuckin' out of here.
But we might go wood though.
Nervous Reck, man, congratulations to you, brother, I love you.
(At least go
silver) FilthE, I love you too, man.
I know you feel a way about me right now
but I love you.
Yo shout to the young niggas, man.
Forreal, we blessed to have
y’all on board, man, we feel so grateful…
Cozz, that Cozz and Effect is a mothafuckin' classic, nigga.
I be ridin' my
bike through Manhattan listenin' to that shit, man.
I’ve been livin' with that
shit for like the past 4 days, I finally got a chance to slow down.
That shit is a classic, my nigga.
Congratulations to you.
We don’t give a fuck
what it sold, I don’t even know what that shit sold to tell you the truth, man.
And I’m proud of you, man.
I’m proud of you and your homeboys.
Y’all,
it’s really gon' be great to watch y’all grow.
I’m appreciatin' watchin' y’all
grow more than we did!
I get to relive it all again and actually appreciate it
this time.
Shout out to the whole committee, man.
Tone, Meez, what up.
My nigga Money Makin Matt, what up man?
Treat them boys right, man.
Everybody that was involved in makin' this album, my nigga Jack who’s at the
board right now, what’s up man?!
Yo you made the album, man!
We gon' live
forever, man!
You gotta loop the beat up right now though cause it can’t…
okay Raph, Wreck-It-Raph, Perfect Sound Studios, LA we couldn’t have did it
without you.
My nigga Dave Linaburg, Nate Jones, Yolanda, TS, Kaye Fox came
through and killed it.
My nigga Quick with the clean versions, Vinylz killed
that beat!
My nigga Phonix, oh that beat is hard!
Dahi brought that beat,
who does that?
Pop & Oak, my nigga Pop, thank you man, and Willie B,
I never met you, but you did the beat.
!llmind you killed the beat,
Social Experiment, my nigga Jeff on the guitar, you know what I mean?
Nuno did the mothafuckin' strings, I appreciate that shit, man!
We gon' pay you.
Hey, the horn players that came through, I don’t know y’all
names but y’all killed that shit, man, we was lovin' that shit!
Shout out to
all the girls on the mothafuckin' strings.
We appreciate it.
Guess that shit a
little wild, I ain’t gon' lie.
Uh, maybe that was my fault, I set y’all up with
Wreck-It-Raph.
But it’s all good, we still killed it though.
And all the
mothafuckin' samples that cleared, thank you, y’all be tryin' to give a nigga a
hard time on the samples, man!
I’ma go to the fuckin' Supreme Court and try to
make this shit easier for niggas like me to clear these samples, man.
If you made the fuckin' music, and you made the art, and you put it into the
world, I should be able to use it however the fuck I want.
I’ma pay you,
I’ma give you a percentage, but you shouldn’t be able to tell me I can’t use
it.
Yeah, that’s fuckin'… that’s fucked up, nigga.
You was inspired by the
world;
allow the world to be inspired by your shit and to use your shit.
So all them people like the fucking doors or whoever that don’t let niggas use
they shit: fuck that, man.
It’s 2014, 2015 by the time you might hear this shit.
Fuck that, man, we movin' on.
Man, shout out Drizzy Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Wale, I’m so happy to be peers
with y’all niggas and consider y’all niggas friends.
And I’m sorry I had to
come snatch the crown right quick.
I had to do it to show niggas it ain’t no
more motherfuckin' crowns man.
We gotta be the example, we gotta show these
niggas man, it’s love at the top.
Can’t you believe, it’s crazy to believe we
sitting right here in these mother fuckin' seats right now.
15 years ago we was
lookin' at these niggas like «man we gotta be these niggas!».
Now we those
niggas, but it’s our responsibility to show these niggas man it’s love up here.
Niggas want beef, niggas want drama, fuck that we comin' together.
Shout out to everybody in Ferguson right now still ridin', still ridin'.
Everybody else asleep, y’all still ridin'.
And it’s bigger than Ferguson,
man that shit is fuckin' nationwide man.
We gotta come together,
look at each other, love each other.
We share a common story nigga that’s pain,
struggle.
And guess what man, we can come together, and that’s one things
that’s gon' do it, that’s love.
I’m just telling y’all, that’s a Public Service
Announcement.
Back to this shit, yo.
ByStorm, I love y’all niggas man, no matter what.
Wayne, Just, MK thank you man you came on board and killed it.
Natalya,
what’s up!
My nigga Julius Garcia, I already shouted you out but I shouted out
your alias and I just put your whole government on record and this gon' live
forever.
Tisha, Tisha, you know I love you, Tisha!
Future the Prince, thank you for those conversations man I needed that.
Roc Nation daamnn, we feel like a family now man, forreal.
It was always
family but it’s so ill to see us come together on this album, thank y’all very
much man.
Thank y’all for believing, I know this is a scary idea,
I don’t know if it’s gonna work or not, as I speak, I don’t gave a fuck!
Fuck man, I’m just happy we did this shit.
Shout out to Nelly, Ted, Christina,
Chaka I love you, Jeff what up, Jay Z, Hov, holla!
Jay Brown what up!
Rich Kleiman, Ty-Ty, my nigga Emory, you know what it is—
Shout out to Interscope.
Yeah, Joey I. E, 'preciate you, Janet, Gary,
Steve Berman, yeah.
Columbia, we love y’all man, damn.
I’m runnin out of
breath and shit.
I’m sad this is my last album with Columbia, it’s not my fault
it’s all contractual, but I love the fuck out of y’all, we made relationships
there that ain’t never going away (Lisa Wiggins!!).
Ain’t never know what the
future holds man.
We hope we can do business some day.
April, thank you very
much, my baby, Ayelet, you are a legend, we fuckin' love you
CJ same to you man, y’all been killin' this shit for years, thank you man,
thank you.
Rob Stringer, thank you, sir, Joel Klaiman, yes sir.
The whole sales team, production, marketing team.
My man B Nolan who drove us
around in a fuckin' van and a SUV and showed us all about the radio game, man.
And we ain’t had no hits, all we had was fuckin' «Who Dat.»
Tryin' figure this
shit out man and I figured it out.
B Nolan, I finally figured it out.
I know you like «damn this nigga talking to me», I’m talking to you man.
Cause you used to hear us stressin' over this shit, and I finally figured it
out, man.
Don’t none of that shit matter yo.
I came all this way,
all the way from Fayetteville, North Carolina.
Went to New York City got this
motherfuckin' record deal.
Put out some classics, put out some singles.
Had my ups, had my downs.
Came all this way just to learn one thing man,
and only one fuckin' thing matters and that’s your happiness.
And the only way
you gon' get to that happiness is through love, real, geniuine, motherfuckin'
love man.
Not the fake shit, not the Hollywood shit, not the niggas giving you
props so you think you the shit.
Not motherfuckers knowing you so you think you
famous.
Not niggas seeing your whip and they want your whip so you feel good
cause they want your whip.
Or they want your bitch, so you feel better,
fuck that, real love.
Where your crib is at nigga where your heart is at,
where your home is at, where your mom is at, where your girl is at—
Mimi what up!
I’m fuckin' up my words, I don’t care.
How am I not gon' shout
out Mimi man, fuck that shit keep the tape rollin'.
We still goin'.
Wassup man!
Forest Hills Drive we gon' do this shit, if you ain’t listening to this shit,
I don’t give a fuck, nigga it’s the fuckin' credits.
Don’t nobody stay for the
movie credits anyway man…
My Mama OOOOOOOOOOOH, I love you!
I’m so grateful and blessed to have you still
in my life.
A lot of people ain’t got their mothers in they life still and I
recognize that I’m blessed.
Mama, I love you.
Zach I love you.
My pops I love
you.
James Cole, I love you, Jackie I love ya.
My whole family, I love ya.
I’m so grateful man, thank y’all.
It all came full circle and I had to put
this shit out in 2014. We barely made, yo Ib we barely made it nigga.
We barely fuckin' made it but we fuckin' made it man.
Fuck y’all,
but I love y’all at the same time man…
Man look, y’all really wanna know who did it?
I’ma tell y’all who did this shit
man.
Man, Dale Earnhardt Jr dawg.
I’m never gon' forget, this is gonna sound
crazy but I’m never gonna forget that shit you told me yo.
For real Dale
Earnhardt Jr. man, thank you dawg.
From the bottom of my heart.
That shit you
said to me changed my life man.
And I ain’t never gon' forget, ever forreal.
For real Dale, from me to you, you my nigga man, forreal.
I love you boy.
And Jonah!
Oh, Jonah Hill!
How could I forget Jonah Hill!
Yo, that shit you
told me when we was in the elevator, nigga that shit changed my…
I’m just fuckin' playin', I don’t know either one of those two dudes.
I don’t know either one of them niggas, I was in the moment.
I just lied,
I don’t give a fuck—
2014 Forest Hills Drive.
Cole World man.
Thank y’all for listening.
If you made it this far then I really fuck with you.
Until the next time,
I don’t know when that’s gonna be but, One love baby!
Love, love, love, love