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J Cole – Heaven’s EP Lyrics

Heaven’s EP Lyrics – J Cole

I’m Working On Dying
Yeah, Yeah
(Gotta Have A Space)
Yeah!
(Gotta Have A Space)
Know What I Mean?
She Belong To The Streets
Freedom, Know What I Mean?
Uh!
(Space To Get This Shit Off)
Yeah!
Yeah!
(Get This Shit Off My Mind, Off My Chest)
Yeah!
(Know What I Mean?)
Yeah!

With Every Record I Be Asking
The Masses To Tune Your Hearts To Me
I Represent Intelligent Ni*gas
That Grew Up Harshly
But Lately I’ve Been Questioning
Second Guessing, Whether Or Not
I’ve Got Something To Offer
Since I Done Eluded Poverty
Or Has The Money Watered Me Down
That Truth Is Hard For Me
Like The Second Time
I Got Cut From The Junior Varsity
Fightin’ Back Tears
I Promised To Switch Gears
And Said To Myself Whatever You Do
You Won’t Do It Partially
From This Day Forward
I Move With A New Ferocity
Ferrari Coupe Velocity
A Fail Proof Philosophy
Success Is In The Effort
So If A Ni*ga Tried His Hardest
I’m At Peace Knowing God Ain’t Deal It
In This Group Of Cards For Me
Some People Say That I’m Running Third
They Threw The Bronze At Me
Behind Drake And Dot, Yeah
Them Ni*gas Is Superstars To Me
Maybe Deep Down, I’m Afraid Of My Luminosity
So When You See Me On Red Carpets
I’m Movin’ Awkwardly
Posin’ All Nervous, Afraid Of The Judgement
And The Thought Of Showin’
Too Much Of My Day Is Repugnant
I Be Keepin’ My Kids Away
From The Gaze Of The Public
‘Cuz These Days, It Feel Like
Hate Is They Favorite Subject
Fu*k It, Attitude Like A Young O’Shea With A AK
Aimed At Your Brain, Violate, And I Bust It
I Don’t Play When It Come To Family
That’s One Thing I Refuse
Pimpin’ They Kids Out For Views
To Just To Be In The News
Could Never Be Me, I Piss In The Celebrity Tea
God With Me On This Record, This Is Heaven’s EP
The Tales Official, The Best Ni*ga Breathing
It Just Failed To Hit You
You Couldn’t Tell
‘Cuz You Fell For The Bells And Whistles
And That’s An Area I Don’t Excel
I’m From The ‘Ville
Where Young Girls Talk Grown As Hell
That’s Raw, Never Saw One Person Go To Yale
But Every Ni*ga That I Know Done Gone To Jail
At Least Once, Provin’
We The Ones Police Hunt
For The Pains
We Smoke Three Blunts The Size Of Tree Trunks
Too Much Hunger
It’s No Wonder These Ni*gas Can’t Keep Up
So Saying “Yes” To A Feature Just Means
I’m ’bout To Eat Lunch, Bi*ch
I’m Goin’ For It, No Never Shall He Punt
I’m The One And You Can Be Sure
Speaking Of Beachfront
I’m Kickin’ My Feet Up While I Write
This In Somewhere Tropical
Supposed To Be Relaxin’
This Passion Makes That Impossible, Mm

Supposed To Be Relaxin’
This Passion Makes That Impossible