"Dear mama, your son hurting. Living in this cold world where n-ggas shun virgins & praise hoes as days go by shawty 19 years old, no clothes for her baby yet she stay so fly..."J. Cole is killing it! Brand new track leaked off the Lime Light 2 mixtape coming out tomorrow.
Listen/ Download: J. Cole- It Won't Be Long
Click the jump for lyrics.
It Won’t Be Long Lyrics: J. Cole
[Chorus]
uh, yeah
I said it won’t be long (no)
‘fore we out here baby
gotta get you up out here baby
Said it won’t be long
‘fore we out here baby
we up out here baby
uh, yeah
I said it won’t be long (no)
‘fore we out here baby
gotta get you up out here baby
Said it won’t be long
‘fore we out here baby
we up out here baby
[J. Cole Verse 1]
I say a prayer and look up in the sky
thank God even though a n-gga headed to this tired day job
will my eyes stay wide
still I know I’m gonna blow
this is music for my n-ggas cause I know you want more
cause that old sh-t fake and this new sh-t real
J Cole not Jay witness that Blueprint feel
hey Cole is you crazy thats some big boots to fill
yeah straight out the Ville and the shoes fit well
same heaven same hell
same n-ggas get killed
knew every detail still never would tell
scared of the repercussion
scared of them people bussin
bullets be hittin’ n-gga’s you swear they could be percussion
n-ggas be holding triggers before they could read instructions
lyrics courtesy of www.parismortonmusic.blogspot.com
oh God, never did our fathers teach us nothing
no law, but became a man on my own
showed my momma I could stand on my own
I say a prayer and look up in the sky
thank God even though a n-gga headed to this tired day job
will my eyes stay wide
still I know I’m gonna blow
this is music for my n-ggas cause I know you want more
cause that old sh-t fake and this new sh-t real
J Cole not Jay witness that Blueprint feel
hey Cole is you crazy thats some big boots to fill
yeah straight out the Ville and the shoes fit well
same heaven same hell
same n-ggas get killed
knew every detail still never would tell
scared of the repercussion
scared of them people bussin
bullets be hittin’ n-gga’s you swear they could be percussion
n-ggas be holding triggers before they could read instructions
lyrics courtesy of www.parismortonmusic.blogspot.com
oh God, never did our fathers teach us nothing
no law, but became a man on my own
showed my momma I could stand on my own
[Chorus]
[J. Cole Verse 2]
Dear mama, your son hurting
living in this cold World where n-ggas shun virgins
and praise hoes
as days go by shawty 19 years old
no clothes for her baby yet she stay so fly
tell me why mamma do you cry
is it cause you know my teacher be feeding me lies
is it cause you know that Preacher is greedy inside
cause racism is alive I see the disguise
mamma I know it hurts
it hurts me to watch you go to work barely hanging on
some rich man getting richer while you slaving for him
so whats the options for him
a young n-gga from the hood without a pops at home
surrounded by no good
and soon no good becomes so good quick
a little drug money got him feeling so hood rich
killing your hood with the same sh-t Ronald Reagon filled up your hood with
and it’s still in your hood sh-t
I’m feeling no good mamma
I’m sick of my soul
is there a better life for us I just sit and I hope
I just hope and I pray
it’ll change one day I’ll make a change one way
and mamma I can fly you out this cold World
this cold life, it’s all wrong
there’s no right
its hard to see the good when there’s no light
just grrab onto me, trust me hold tight!
Dear mama, your son hurting
living in this cold World where n-ggas shun virgins
and praise hoes
as days go by shawty 19 years old
no clothes for her baby yet she stay so fly
tell me why mamma do you cry
is it cause you know my teacher be feeding me lies
is it cause you know that Preacher is greedy inside
cause racism is alive I see the disguise
mamma I know it hurts
it hurts me to watch you go to work barely hanging on
some rich man getting richer while you slaving for him
so whats the options for him
a young n-gga from the hood without a pops at home
surrounded by no good
and soon no good becomes so good quick
a little drug money got him feeling so hood rich
killing your hood with the same sh-t Ronald Reagon filled up your hood with
and it’s still in your hood sh-t
I’m feeling no good mamma
I’m sick of my soul
is there a better life for us I just sit and I hope
I just hope and I pray
it’ll change one day I’ll make a change one way
and mamma I can fly you out this cold World
this cold life, it’s all wrong
there’s no right
its hard to see the good when there’s no light
just grrab onto me, trust me hold tight!
[Chorus]
[End]
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