Enchanted

Enchanted

歌手:J. Cole

所属专辑:The Album Before The Album

发行时间:2011-05-03

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[00:19.22]Yea, this is where the

[00:20.78]Yea, this is where the fathers ain't living

[00:23.12]At least not with us

[00:24.82]Might see em round the city and won't even say wassup

[00:27.31]When ****** play tough, won't even smile in mirrors

[00:29.68]And we learn to **** hoes off trial and error

[00:32.43]Just a small time *****, big city hustle

[00:35.23]Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell

[00:38.00]These were our heroes, strictly for them zero's

[00:40.72]For that Robert Deniro, ****** reload on them kilo's

[00:43.33]Dodgin them people,

[00:44.99]Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell

[00:48.82]Shawty smole crack and her boyfriend too

[00:51.51]Sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do

[00:54.50]Pull up to the club where the boys went too

[00:56.84]See that yellow tape and the boys in blue

[00:59.58]A ***** on a strecther and though I never met ya

[01:02.28]I'm thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya

[01:06.11]Man, don't let the city get ya

[01:08.02]**** the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler

[01:10.42]If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue

[01:13.20]Your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya

[01:16.24](We miss ya)

[01:17.36]Come with me,

[01:19.31]Run quick see, what do we have here

[01:22.65]Now, do you wanna ride or die

[01:25.16]La dadada, la la la la

[01:28.32]Come with me,

[01:30.91]Run quick see, what do we have here

[01:33.75]Now, do you wanna ride or die

[01:36.07]La dadada, la la la la

[01:38.63]Yea, let's see God

[01:40.07]I know you only do what's best for me

[01:41.93]But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny

[01:44.35]They always tellin' me it's temporary

[01:46.58]Than why it's feelling like a cemetary

[01:48.59]My dreams ain't got no obituaries

[01:50.58]My city hurting and none of us were equiped here

[01:52.63]You heard me say I was ballin'

[01:54.80]I probably make tears

[01:56.02]I'm trying to get clear

[01:57.37]I'm tryna quit fear

[01:58.60]Who wrote the scripts here

[01:59.95]These kids live there whole life just killing time

[02:01.84]Running the race with no finish line

[02:04.65]They tryna noose us with they ropes

[02:07.47]But I'm tryna climb

[02:08.59]I think my foolish pride might become my suicide

[02:10.40]But I ain't tryna go, no baby

[02:12.88]And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope

[02:15.64]Cause I ain't dying

[02:16.75]My words gon' last forever,

[02:18.60]You can hold the treasure

[02:19.83]Look inside you can see a diamond in my mind

[02:21.91]I'm tired of seeing **** fiends, wiping they nose clean

[02:25.01]Is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen

[02:27.03]I think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green

[02:29.51]Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings

[02:32.46](No kings, no kings)

[02:34.26]Come with me,

[02:36.56]Run quick see, what do we have here

[02:39.80]Now, do you wanna ride or die

[02:42.09]La dadada, la la la la

[02:45.20]Come with me,

[02:47.99]Run quick see, what do we have here

[02:50.58]Now, do you wanna ride or die

[02:52.91]La dadada, la la la la

[02:55.67]It seems like ****** either feel ya or they try and kill ya

[02:58.20]I face the sky and hope to God ain't acting unfamiliar

[03:00.83]You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar

[03:03.47]They tell me that it's God's will, I'm asking God will ya

[03:06.08]Heal a ***** from all this pain, momma smoking ******* as it rains out

[03:09.64]Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side

[03:12.83]Where they rock with them thangs out

[03:15.20]To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out

[03:17.35]But will it change, it's like ****** is free but our minds still in the chains

[03:21.37]Brothers killing eachother, the blood spill it's a shame

[03:24.05]Will it ever slow up

[03:25.16]Alot of ****** getting older but they never grow up

[03:27.80]And do they son's like they fathers did and never show up

[03:30.43]Don't even cry about it, just another episode of life

[03:33.19]Watch the season ***** no re-runs

[03:36.02]The devil buying soul's ***** no refunds

[03:40.25]Man, don't let the city get ya

[03:41.83]**** the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler

[03:44.38]If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue

[03:47.15]Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya

[03:49.99]Another day, another song, a mother prays

[03:54.61]Another gone

[03:55.95]But still we play like ain't nothing wrong

[03:58.24]Like ain't nothing wrong

[03:59.74]Cause ain't nothing wrong

[04:01.44]I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall

[04:03.84]But before I pass

[04:05.09]I gotta ball

[04:06.45]I gotta ball

[04:08.08]I gotta ball

[04:09.24]***** I gotta ball

Yea, this is where the

Yea, this is where the fathers ain't living

At least not with us

Might see em round the city and won't even say wassup

When ****** play tough, won't even smile in mirrors

And we learn to **** hoes off trial and error

Just a small time *****, big city hustle

Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell

These were our heroes, strictly for them zero's

For that Robert Deniro, ****** reload on them kilo's

Dodgin them people,

Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell

Shawty smole crack and her boyfriend too

Sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do

Pull up to the club where the boys went too

See that yellow tape and the boys in blue

A ***** on a strecther and though I never met ya

I'm thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya

Man, don't let the city get ya

**** the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler

If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue

Your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya

(We miss ya)

Come with me,

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la

Come with me,

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la

Yea, let's 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

Than why it's feelling like a cemetary

My dreams ain't got no obituaries

My city hurting and none of us were equiped here

You heard me say I was ballin'

I probably make tears

I'm trying to get clear

I'm tryna quit fear

Who wrote the scripts here

These kids live there whole life just killing time

Running the race with no finish line

They tryna noose us with they ropes

But I'm tryna 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 dying

My words gon' last forever,

You can hold the treasure

Look inside you can see a diamond in my mind

I'm tired of seeing **** fiends, wiping they nose clean

Is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen

I think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green

Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings

(No kings, no kings)

Come with me,

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la

Come with me,

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la

It seems like ****** either feel ya or they try and kill ya

I face the sky and hope to God ain't acting unfamiliar

You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar

They tell me that it's God's will, I'm asking God will ya

Heal a ***** from all this pain, momma smoking ******* as it rains out

Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side

Where they rock with them thangs out

To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out

But will it change, it's like ****** is free but our minds still in the chains

Brothers killing eachother, the blood spill it's a shame

Will it ever slow up

Alot of ****** getting older but they never grow up

And do they son's like they fathers did and never show up

Don't even cry about it, just another episode of life

Watch the season ***** no re-runs

The devil buying soul's ***** no refunds

Man, don't let the city get ya

**** the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler

If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue

Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya

Another day, another song, a mother prays

Another gone

But still we play like ain't nothing wrong

Like ain't nothing wrong

Cause ain't nothing wrong

I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall

But before I pass

I gotta ball

I gotta ball

I gotta ball

***** I gotta ball

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