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"03’ Adolescence (Live)" is a track by J. Cole, from the album Forest Hills Drive: Live from Fayetteville, NC, released 28th January 2016. The track is 4:33 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 2 articles about J. Cole.
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I got a story for y'all Yeah Listen I grew up, a fucking screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer Damn, need something newer In love with the baddest girl in the city I wish I knew her I wish I weren't so shy, wish I was bit more fly I wish that I could tell her how I really feel inside That I'm the perfect nigga for her But then maybe that's a lie She like a certain type of nigga And it's clear I'm not that guy Ball player, star player I'm just watching from the side On the bench 'cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly I ain't grow up with my father I ain't thinking 'bout that now Fast forward four years or so from now, I'll probably cry When I realize what I missed but as of now my eyes are dry 'Cause I'm tryin' stay alive, in a city where too many niggas die Dreamin' quiet tryna dodge a suit and tie Who am I? Ayy, who am I? Sing Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul If you see my tears fall, just let me be Move along, nothing to see Always did shit the hard way My nigga slangin' in the hallway Burn CDs or trees like this was Broadway Times Square, kept the dimes there in the locker Some Reggie Miller with more brown hairs than Chewbacca Whispers that he got it for the low-low seller Dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better Besides, what's 20 dollars to a nigga like that? He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back I peeped game, got home snatched my mama keychain Took her whip, the appeal, too ill to refrain I hit the boulevard, pull up to my nigga front door His mama at home, she still let him hit the blunt though I told her hello, then sat with my nigga and laughed And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash And just asked, "What a nigga gotta do to get that?" "Put me on" He just laughed when he seen I was sure 17 years breathing, his demeanor said more He told me, "Nigga, you know how you sound right now?" "If you weren't my mans, I would think that you a clown right now" "Listen, you everything I wanna be that's why I fuck with you" "So how you lookin' up to me when I look up to you?" "You 'bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices" "Either graduate to weight or selling number two" "For what? A hundred bucks or two a week?" "Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me?" "I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us" "If they ain't want us, why the fuck they never wore rubbers?" I felt ashamed to have ever complained About my lack of gear and thought about how far we done came From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky Thank you, mama, dry your eyes, it ain't no reason to cry You made a genius and I ain't gon' take it for granted I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed Nah, I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly And show a girl what she missing, the illest nigga alive Who am I? Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul If you see my tears fall, just let me be Move along, nothing to see Never felt better If you ask me
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