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you run
It's always when you're fun
Have the day past gone by

Cole man makes a hole
Sleeping citizens
Cole man lock the door
It's how you play
Oh I'm going with Darlene in a tragical part of the night,
But I wish she would bring me a place of morning spectacular life,
Make it last just
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
With big silver stars

And I remember Nat King Cole
Singing a song about the rain
Oh I'm feeling blue again
Oh yeah I'm feeling blue again

And it
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da flavor-flav don't hide
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
I'm on, I can pick and choose
Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes
Her man on campus but it's fine by me
living the rough life (oh I cried, but see I'm thankful)
It's gone be alright, that's right (Thankful for the trouble
For holding me down, every day, oh
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
j'en ai un dans la peau
See'est toujours tout nouveau tout beau
I tought I could live without men
But when I'm crazy about one
It's always all new,
old
Only 364 days to go

Max got his bike
I swear, that kid
He's got it parked right by his bed
Jenny sure loves her puppy too
I'm not sure just
sandmiches and Stole Cole's Grand Am
Left in a hurry, heard footsteps, looked in the rear view
Is this an earthquake? Naw, it's Big Shirley

She came after
[Ghostface]
Yo,
Saturday night, Uptown
Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's popping kid? We in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed
dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
(Mike Will made it)
I'm in the club, high off purp', with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt, with my J's on

(In the club, high on purp' with some
straight, shit, cause y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the chi go
I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking 'bout it
My niggas say why you
dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from irv gotti
Say "keep spittin' cause when you do it's like
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go

You wanna know just where I'm at
Well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
But let me