Whats love got to do, go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Then I send it right back to you with it


(How high)


Whats love got to do, go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Then I send it right back to you with it


[J. Cole - Verse 1]
Visionary play your position, no missionary

But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You listening to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture that

My poetry's deep now fish for that
Only real ^!$$%s catch something, phoney ^!$$%s fail
%#@! you gotta feel like it's only read in braille

Both did the crime but his homie didn't tell
So he f-cking (*##$es while he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking well, what the hell I been on

They gave a ^!$$% five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets like a bachelor
I gotta play the clubs like an old $$# woman

Live is a movie, pick your own role
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying thats like sitting round dying

You wanna touch the sky (*##$ you figure out flying

[Chorus]

^!$$% how high, so high that I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo' (*##$
^!$$% please, my squad stack plenty of G's

And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees

^!$$% how high, so high that I could touch the sky

How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo' (*##$
^!$$% please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees


[J. Cole - Verse 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl

My ^!$$%s hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your girl
Think I need to quit trying 'fore some ^!$$% out there try to hit mine

Karma for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour cause them ^!$$%s out here tryna shoot ya

Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing that !@!@&&
Yes, ya honour, I feel ashamed

I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane

Man, just look at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you throw the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy

It's been a long time coming
Tell my ^!$$% roll me up something


[Chorus]

[J. Cole ]

No I dont smoke, maybe once in a blue