Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tears for ODB, 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
Tears for ODB |
| Tears for ODB, drug-induced poetry |
| What’s the use? |
| Strung-out from that drug abuse, woe is me |
| 80's baby, so I know my pops was gettin' high |
| In the 90's, me and mama barely gettin' by |
| 2000's I was concentratin' more on gettin' fly |
| Gettin' bitches, gettin' rich to get the shit I couldn’t buy |
| You know the story, you know my allegory |
| I was sent from Heaven with a set of horns, they’d better warn y’all |
| I’m here for more than just to kick some witty metaphors, dawg |
| This more of the type of shit you spit to set a war off |
| ‘Cause niggas be poor, get money and still don’t know |
| Why the fuck they can’t cop a house, the system meant to lock us out |
| But I’m knockin' down the door, strapped up with a four-four |
| Robin Hood, shit and yeah, I’m ‘hood rich |
| That’s good enough to stay in new kicks and a good whip |
| Get good head from a good bitch, I give two shits, I’mma tell you straight up |
| Straight up |
| Straight up, aye, any chance I’mma take it |
| Rather die before I fake it |
| They say life is what you make it, bitch, but I’m just tryna make it |
| Straight up |
| Straight up |
| Straight up, aye, any chance I’mma take it |
| Rather die before I fake it |
| They say life is what you make it, bitch |
| Lord have mercy on my soul, what I’ve done and what I’ve seen |
| My life has tumbled into that which only you could intervene |
| I put my heart in senseless things: money, bitches and street shit |
| Fascinated by beef, sad to say I won’t be shit |
| Grew up in this bitch without a pot to piss in, no toilet |
| How ironic, I took a lot of shit, like a bottom bitch |
| Or a model chick, high off coke |
| They lockin' sons up for less, I don’t care how y’all cope |
| But yet I still peddle this dope and these pills |
| I’ll never know how sittin' comfy on that Oprah seat feels |
| More than likely be on Most Wanted posters, we still |
| Holdin' on to old dreams of bein' Hova, be real |
| We the forgotten souls, bottom of the totem poles |
| Left for dead, some niggas fled, people said they sold their souls |
| I just think they found a better way, Lord knows I never pray |
| But sometimes I be wishin' I could levitate, I’ll take it straight up |
| Straight up |
| Straight up, aye, any chance I’mma take it |
| Rather die before I fake it |
| They say life is what you make it, bitch, but I’m just tryna make it |
| Straight up |
| Straight up |
| Straight up, aye, any chance I’mma take it |
| Rather die before I fake it |
| They say life is what you make it, bitch |