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J. COLE lyrics : "Return Of Simba"


In my freshest Js, I ain't slept in days
Girl, you gon' make me late undressin' me

Know you ain't seen me since yesterday
But, see, I got a date with destiny
'Cause this the summer that our life change

Hov asked me, ?Is you ready for it??
I looked around at all his nice things
Told him, ?^!$$%, you already know it?


(*##$, I'm the man of the year
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straight through this (*##$ (Yeah)
(*##$, I'm the man of the year


What you 'sposed to do when the OG ^!$$%s don't get it?
Lost what was once theirs but they won't quit it
Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers

Lemme show you how to move in a room
For the dudes that don't got a $#&@in' clue how to do this
Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik

My President is black, but my jeweler's still Jewish
So you know it cost, he makin' a killin' off me
Red diamonds he designin' got me shinin'

Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin'
A cop light runner, they wanna but can't find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island

Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica
Seen how he was livin', said ?I gotta get my weight up?
Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams

Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated my team
Ced said, ?Look, my ^!$$%s, we got a foot in?
Bein' good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden

But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin'
Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you ^!$$%s silly like Chris Farley

So like him, you'll be gone too early
Mama hands together like 6:30
And Cole keep a thick (*##$ I like to call Big Shirley

All my '90s ^!$$%s is gon' get it
18 and under, that's prolly gon' take a minute


I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
At the time of this rhyme, five years 'til I know thirty

Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries

This next %#@! is in no way to boast

But my city love breakfast, 'cause ^!$$%s had toast early
Coach had us doin' jumpin' jacks
Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin' laps

My ^!$$% went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me just to show me he was $#&@in' strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to know better?

I !@#^yzed his life and see that he was so set up
Live by the trigger, 'cause no father figure
Means you don't got a ^!$$% comin' 'round to guide a ^!$$%

All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten ^!$$%s
Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a ^!$$%
So this is who I speak fo'

To give the young ^!$$%s somethin' they could reach fo'
You better dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more realer

When it come from the heart, don't it feel mo' iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y'all gon' have to pardon me

They say I rep that 'Ville too much, but that %#@! just a part of me
It's flowin' out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I'm varsity
No field trip, ain't hard to see, this real %#@!, you R&B

Seen a movie wit' yo' (*##$ in it, and listen it, was starrin' me
(Woo!) That boy Simba crazy
Hotter that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe

And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish I'd fail
It's Judgment Day, I'm here to give you #~!!@ ^!$$%s hell
And some food for thought, I can serve a plate

Wit' dessert to take, wit' dessert to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is $#&@in' over
It's like I'm $#&@in' Oprah, well worth the wait
Maybe over your head, I'm ahead of my time
^!$$%s scared of my future, I know they dreadin' my prime

'Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing
Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds?)



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