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  • Текст песни J. Cole - How High

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    Whats love got to do, go to do with it
    I get a little taste then I’m through with it
    Then I send it right back to you with it

    (How high)

    Whats love got to do, go to do with it
    I get a little taste then I’m through with it
    Then I send it right back to you with it

    [J. Cole - Verse 1]
    Visionary play your position, no missionary
    But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke
    You listening to the most high like the Pope on dope
    Now picture that
    My poetry’s deep now fish for that
    Only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail
    Shit you gotta feel like it’s only read in braille
    Both did the crime but his homie didn’t tell
    So he f-cking bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell
    Thinking well, what the hell I been on
    They gave a nigga five then they threw another ten on
    By the time I’m back on the streets like a bachelor
    I gotta play the clubs like an old ass woman
    Life is a movie, pick your own role
    Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole
    Sit around crying thats like sitting round dying
    You wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out flying

    [Chorus]
    Nigga how high, so high that I could touch the sky
    How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo’ bitch
    Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of G’s
    And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees

    Nigga how high, so high that I could touch the sky
    How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo’ bitch
    Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of G’s
    And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees

    [J. Cole - Verse 2]
    Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl
    My niggas hit the trees like squirrels
    Tryna get a nut with your girl
    Think I need to quit trying ‘fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
    Karma for the karma sutra
    A lot calmer when the ganja’s through ya
    You need ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
    Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
    For stashing that marijuana
    Yes, ya honour, I feel ashamed
    I broke the law but look I’ll never smoke or steal again
    In your courtroom wylin’ out, I don’t mean to keep smiling
    But right now I’m high enough to probably steal a plane
    Man, just look at me, what if I couldn’t read?
    Would you throw the book at me
    What if I’m feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy
    It’s been a long time coming
    Tell my nigga roll me up something

    [Chorus]

    [J. Cole ]
    No I dont smoke, maybe once in a blue
    When the tention gets thick than there’s nothing to do
    Through the windows of my soul, open the blind
    My eyes get shut but I open my mind

    How high, la la la la
    how high, hey hey hey
    how high, yeah yeah yeah yeah
    How high, la la la la

    Is that a shot that you threw little man?
    I understand, you frustrated career aint going how you planned
    Make it worse, you’re friends, now when they talk rap
    All you hear is “J Cole this” and “J Cole that”
    It must be hard for your pride to take all that
    I know your weak heart gotta break off that
    Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst fear
    I’m burning you n-ggas and I’m only in first gear
    I’m serving you niggas this is only the first beer
    12 months from now, you’ll be having the worst year
    No tears for the haters, I’m still counting money
    Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking funny
    Grade A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps
    Something like a mummy
    But I’mma wake yo’ ass up
    Something like your mommy on school day
    I smoke two l’s with ya girl this is Cool J

    How high
    How high
    How high, yeah
    How high, yeah

    Whats love got to do, got to do with it
    I get a little taste then I’m through with it
    Yeah I send it right back to you with it

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