[Intro: Janelle Monáe]
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Ayy, one time (One time), one time (One time), ayy, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now, but I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl, you dead right, if your head right, I'll be there every night, I just might change your life
'Cause, baby, you got it (You got it), you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it), you got it (You got it), hey
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Hey, Cole World, real cold world
I watch you hit the floor and watch it drop it real low, girl
Last time I seen you, was a lil' old girl
Had a crush, now we grown and you still so thorough
Uh, clap for her, work it 'til you exhausted
I swear ain't nothin' worse than a bad bitch that lost it
Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass
Goddamn, your ex-man is a dumbass
When you was leavin', did he put up a fight?
Was he stressing you? Wasn't fucking you right?
Well, one man's trash is another man's treasure
One man's pain is another man's pleasure
One damn thing you can't change is the weather
But even if it rain, we get rained on together
Huh, it's whatever, you shine, I shine
I know you got a nine-to-five, I'll be your five-to-nine
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Ayy, one time (One time), one time (One time), ayy, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now, but I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl, you dead right, if your head right, I'll be there every night, I just might change your life
'Cause, baby, you got it (You got it), you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it), you got it (You got it), hey
[Post-Chorus: Janelle Monáe & J. Cole]
May this song reach your heart
Uh, man, I could hear 'em saying
May this song reach your heart
Ayy
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Yeah, go 'head and pop it like you do in the mirror
I'm picking through the crowd, tryna see a little clearer
High heel wearer, uh, hell of a body
The first one to spot you and I ain't telling nobody
Nope, I'm peeking at your ass, winking at your ass
If I don't bag, I'll be thinking 'bout your ass
For the whole week, no time for cold feet
She too bad to pass, so fine, I'm gon' speak
I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be lowkey
She tell me I got that flame, "Your rhymes are so deep"
Damn, girl, thank you
Shit, you so bad, know your daddy wish that he could still spank you
Hold up 'fore these other niggas roll up and try and get you
The ones that say they riders but never do ride with you
I'm tryna vibe with you, so won't you throw me your phone number?
And let them lames get your old number
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Ayy, one time (One time), one time (One time), ayy, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now, but I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl, you dead right, if your head right, I'll be there every night, I just might change your life
'Cause, baby, you got it (You got it), you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it), you got it (You got it), hey
[Post-Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Wale]
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
Roc Nation, Wale
[Verse 3: Wale]
Look, Cole World, still a cold world
And a couple y'all is cool, but we a little more thorough
Huh, whole time, a little more girls
You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure
Hold up, loud packs like I got cancer
Choking on them white boys make a Black Panther
Love my women with high heels and high standards
And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers
I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat
I ain't superstitious, I make all these broads split my pole
Ha, you dig it, this shit ain't for beginners
I'm somethin' like a fetus, see, I'm not quite kidding
And there's something you ain't seeing like I block y'all vision
Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop
Hundred K in twenty-two hours
See, money talks, you motherfuckers is Boomhauer
No check back, in debt, yep
Loud in my J, y'all smoke that Gallaudet
Higher than I need to be, flyer 'cause I need to be
Love our conversation, but it's late right now, I need to beat
One time for the 'Ville that Cole rep
Another time for the city of the slow death
I don't understand why these niggas so vexed
I don't need no chains with no cross to know I'm blessed, hold up
[Chorus: J. Cole]
One time (One time), one time (One time), ayy, throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now, but I gotta make sure I'm right
And girl, you dead right, if your head right, I'll be there every night, I just might change your life
'Cause, baby, you got it (You got it), you got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it), you got it (You got it), hey
[Outro: Janelle Monáe]
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
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