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MUST BE AN OFF SEASON SUMMER
AND I DONT MEAN AN ALBUM BY J COLE
ITS OBVIOUS THAT YALL Achilles heel AINT JUST UNDER THE ANKLE
I STEPPED INTO

I fucked up again/I know it this time/and I can't take it back
I try and pretend/that I'm still in my prime/and it's all still on track

c cynical

at me now, long, long time ago
Times moving real slow
But going fast, go, go, go, go, go
Watch me walk down that row, row, row, row, row, row, row, row

on track
But I got no control on how fast I'm movin' forward or back
My mama said, I teach you only thing I really can

Then I came up on the bag, the boy

with thugs mama still looking heartless
Cause her only son in a mosh pit damn these streets influenced
This fast money gotta life with cruelty Joe aint

capsules come down
The D's run in they crib, ain't nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for heat? Nah, they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em

do
M-my heart beats till it breaks
How much more can I take?
Tapping my feet to the silence, I'm losing track of days
Stars trace heart shapes

know that they can track you.
Go and  dash your phones,  run riot with the gang
Life's a risk. Hit a lick and now they're talking bout this mad yout.

the darker side.
Casting shadows around him all the while.

Desperation crawling up his back, 
breathing fast he's losing track 
of all that was his dignity.

on track a life of love and respect is
what you get for that and your beauty inside and out is hypnotic baby doll
i truly mean it when i say that you got it.

and I'll be nice to you
But if you got a problem, fuck it
It's not the first time or the last time
That I pull a fast crime or past time
Mastermind he's

the butter
I'm soft and hard, never st-stutter
raised by the suburbs in city asylum
graffiti painted proverbs of the fire island
I'm dialing the numbers

pulled a fast crime
I pass time, mastermind disaster times all the time
After time you will find it's my way or the highway
There's no way it's your way,

world
I left your favourite Marvin Gaye track blasting
Sweet nothings and this pillow talk seems everlasting
Clouds dripping rain upon this heavenly

been down that path
Woken up like, ""Shit man, time's gone by that fast?""
And God's like ""Yo, how many chances you gone need brah?""
So, I'm just gone

and mercy fell off track and I know it hurt me 
I obey you will exert me 
Sinner since the beginning disobedience from world ingredients which is expedient

everywhere if
You dropping tight tracks
You know how many motherfuckers out
Here rapping like trash
For you to set up shop on
They turf without a life pass

included have you read this
Suicide note? Really read it?

"Box up my clothing for Goodwill
And give the poor my Nordic Track
Donate my car to crippled

(Imagine that) tellin' Saquon he wasn't as
Fast as me (He can't run)
Telling Durant that he couldn't
Splash the three (He can't)
Telling LeBron that he

to stack 401k off uh doing this
By the time next years
Up talking nothing less
Remember renting fairgrounds for a show
Remember stressing I was venting

obviously not, you're through
You need protection from King Tee's resurrection
Peep the session, loc get the full +Tee+ spoon
Swallow it fast cause I'm about

like I'm independent
Never leave a track pendin'
Still actin' like I'm broke and in the trenches, it's part of me
So, pardon me if I don't buy too

like 20 million

So I cut hard and I cut fast
Ran round and round the high school track
There wasn't one damn calorie I didn't know
I stuck fingers down

Pumping CDs and watching for PD
When crashing colorful weed leaves
Outta plastic bags
Match the meds, hook the portable decks
Blasting tracks after that