Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song t h e . c l i m b . b a c k , by - J. Cole. Release date: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
t h e . c l i m b . b a c k |
| Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous? |
| Which is more important? |
| Getting or letting go? |
| You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) |
| You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) |
| Everything come back around full circle |
| Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? |
| Everybody gotta cry once in a while |
| But how long will it take 'fore you smile? |
| This is that come-back-to-life shit |
| My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift |
| And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon (Bitch, I'm back out...) |
| Yeah |
| To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint |
| Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint |
| Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints |
| And you'll see how I flipped like exclamation points |
| My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards |
| Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls |
| More death than World War II caused |
| Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts |
| Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin' |
| I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin' |
| I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards |
| I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it |
| I'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sure ain't got mo' dough than Cole |
| Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe-to-toe |
| We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya |
| Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole |
| Gotta know the ropes and the protocol |
| Or they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code |
| Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes," and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure |
| Well, you know what Cole do |
| Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold |
| One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe in this PC culture |
| Address me as the G.O.A.T. |
| like they call Chief Keef Sosa |
| In my sectional like a fuckin' three-piece sofa |
| I'm known as the chosen one |
| Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes |
| When niggas weighin' coke and not the pros and cons |
| Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines |
| Everything come back around full circle (Nigga, gotta go for mines) |
| Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? |
| (Yeah) |
| Everybody gotta cry once in a while |
| But how long will it take 'fore you smile? |
| This is that come-back-to-life shit |
| My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift |
| And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon |
| Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) |
| Survival at all costs, every day, niggas get logged off |
| Bodies get hauled off |
| Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car, I thought |
| At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost? |
| Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost |
| I brought him 'round close to me before but he |
| Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet |
| I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath whenever he spoke to me |
| Like on the low, he feelin' that in my shoes is where he supposed to be |
| I tried to ignore the signs, but they're in the back of my mind |
| It felt like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries |
| My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency |
| Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see" |
| Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me |
| Was screamin' that, some niggas, you gotta leave 'em back |
| Unfortunately we seen the trap |
| Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly |
| They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh |
| Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin' |
| I'm glad that you shinin', but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'? |
| Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime, they committin' it |
| Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains, they tryin' to climb |
| I'm here tryna find the derivative, you niggas don't feel me |
| You see the clout, you don't see the real me |
| If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me |
| Therefore I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God |
| Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth |
| A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me |
| Everything come back around full circle |
| Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? |
| Everybody gotta cry once in a while |
| But how long will it take 'fore you smile? |
| This is that come-back-to-life shit |
| My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift |
| And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon |
| Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga |
| I'm back outside |
| I'm back outside |
| Bitch, I'm back outside |
| Everybody mentions suicide prevention |
| Man, they even made a hotline |
| To call up when there's tension, but I got a question |
| What about a fuckin' homicide? |
| Need a number for my niggas to call |
| Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved |
| Need a number for my niggas to call |
| Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved |