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"Enchanted" is a track by J. Cole, from the album Friday Night Lights, released 12th November 2010. The track is 4:11 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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Yeah, this is where the- Yeah, this is where the fathers ain't livin', least not with us Might see 'em 'round the city and won't even say wassup When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error Just a small town nigga, big city hustle Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros For that Robert De Niro, niggas reload on them kilos, uh Dodgin' them people, mad at myself 'cause I done seen some thin's that I'd rather not tell Shawty smoke crack and her boyfriend too And sometimes he touch her daughter, how them boyfriends do Pull up to the club where my boys went too See that yellow tape and the boys in blue A nigga on a stretcher, and though I never met you I'm thinkin', "God bless you, the city tryna get you" But, man, don't let the city get you Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue Your face on the front of our shirts, screamin', "We miss you" Come with me Run, quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Da, da-da-da, da-da, da-da Come with me (da-da, da-da, da-da) Run, quick, see (da-da da-da da-da) What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Da, da-da-da, da-da, da-da (yeah) Now see, God, I know you only do what's best for me But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny? They always tellin' me it's temporary Then why it's feelin' like a cemetery? My dreams ain't got no obituaries My city hurtin' and none of us well-equipped here You heard me say I was ballin', I probably meant tears I'm tryna get clear I'm tryna quit fear, who wrote the scripts here? These kids live their whole life just killin' time Runnin' the race with no finish line They tryna noose us with they ropes, but I'm finna climb I think my foolish pride might become my suicide But I ain't tryna go, no, baby And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope 'Cause I ain't dyin', my words gon' last forever You can hold the treasure, look inside, see a diamond in my mind I'm tired of seein' dope fiends wipin' they nose clean Is my neighborhood just a smokescreen? I think I'm in the dungeon, fam, I see low green Sons raised by both queens but it's no kings Come with me Run, quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Da, da-da-da, da-da, da-da Come with me (da-da, da-da, da-da) Run, quick, see (da-da da-da da-da) What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Da, da-da-da, da-da, da-da It seems like niggas either feel you or they tryna kill you I face the sky and hope that God ain't actin' unfamiliar You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar They tell me that it's God's will, I'm askin' "God, will ya Heal a nigga from all this pain?" Mama smokin' cocaine As it rains out, am I to blame? Try to stay sane So I came outside where they rock with them thangs out To clear my mind, the same time they blew that boy brains out But will it change? It's like niggas is free But our minds still in the chains Brothers killin' each other, the blood spill, it's a shame Will it ever slow up? A lot of niggas gettin' older, but they never grow up Then do they sons like they fathers did and never show up No need to cry about it, just another episode of Life, watch the whole season, nigga, no reruns The devil out here buyin' souls, nigga, no refunds, huh Man, don't let the city get you Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue Your face on the front of our shirts screamin', "We miss you" Another day, another song A mother prays, another gone But still we play, like ain't nothin' wrong Like ain't nothin' wrong, 'cause ain't nothin' wrong I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall But before I pass, I gotta ball I gotta ball, I gotta ball Nigga, I gotta ball
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