Lyrics:
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Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
the wine and give me song
By Strauss
By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me your oom-pa-pah, by
again
Play me my song
Here it comes again
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
So he called for his pipe
And he called
again
Play me my song
Here it comes again
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
So he called for his pipe
And he called
(fall)
While you standing tall like the Taj Mahal
Be unforgettable
Like Nat King Cole
We take the moment by storm
Like Nat king Cole (oh, yeah)
Hello Mr. D.J. won't you play a song for me'
The girl I love just said good-by and I'm blue as I can be
Oh please Mr. D.J. play that song I heard you
Spoken: Camilla, I have written a song for you. Sinatra or
Mick Jagger will probably want to record it, but I want
you to hear it from me first.
que la ville soudain s'éclaire
De millions de lumières
Il me plaît, me plaît à me promener
En souriant aux filles
Dans les rues qui fourmillent
J
now, cop a little ice later
Cole, you got the glow like a lil' lightsaber
So clap for him! Then applaud Hov, he gave him a platform
Flow so sick
hell of a prophet
Don't understand why J cole
Talkin' 'bout false prophets
But didn't mention higher-ups
Change your name to Amber Cole
These fucking
now, cop a little ice later
Cole, you got the glow like a lil' lightsaber
So clap for him! Then applaud Hov, he gave him a platform
Flow so sick
J. Cole (ayy)
Thinking about how I'm so thankful (woo)
Subpar songs, I don't make those (I don't make those)
Look at that car I paid for (I paid
you (ooh)
(Woo, ooh shit, nigga)
I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog',
a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
strike (it's us)
I'ma strike, uh
Cole and Yachty, comin' for they respect, come and pay your debt
Just like a travel pillow, we at your neck for
nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun
And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son
Yeah I said son
This is New York's finest
For 11 winters
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
song come on, he ask
"mama, did you fuck J. Cole?"
Whoa
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise
go (there he go)
Yeah, that's him, paid an arm and a limb for him
'Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him (go)
Gucci Mane and J. Cole
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes
You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm
more than a random fling
Cole and J.I.D with a tandem, niggas can't stand 'em
Got a new anthem, look at my whip
Slit on my wrist, suicide, suicide
and rewinds
Can't escape the pain that's trapped in my mind
See World (See world, See world)
You're no good
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Yeah I got a chip on my shoulder
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