J. COLE - 2012 lyrics
rate meYes, straight out the Ville and I'm blessed
Never met death, well, at least not yet
Off to the place where they rest on the flowers
Niggas get wetter, like sex in the shower
Dear Lord, what am I hear for?
Is it the hoes? Or the money? Or is there more?
I know the world ‘bout to come to an ending
Before it does can I finish up my sinning?
I see the devil grinning, as if he winning
This is the bottom of the ninth inning
I'm coming back like light skinned
What a sad sight, looking at my gas light
Damn man, I just threw 10 in
Look five dollars won't get you were it use to
And look, love don't mean what it use to
And everybody and their mommas on YouTube
Is this just me, or is this unusual?
Don't wanna loose ya', just wanna reach ya'll
So let me slow down, to the beat ya'll
Put the remote down, move your feet yeah
One time for the niggas holding heat ya'll
Keep that tucked, 'fore somebody get hurt
See me, I rather cut catch her body give birth
If you were the last nigga walking on earth
Turn yourself and clap your hands like this was church
Trust the world ain't spinning for too much longer
My nigga hope you ready, me and you both goners
But in the meantime, homie do what you like
Just, just do what you like, just, just, hey!
Trust the world ain't spinning for too much longer
My baby hope you ready, me and you both goners
So in the meantime, shorty do what you like
I say money make the girls go down,
They say money make the world go 'round
So my broke niggas, it ain't it a shame
‘Cause Bill Gates made it rain
And the world goin' drown
Can I get a dollar?
Shorty got a low Impala
Made that ass drop, hydrola', holla!
Know she got a man, and I don't understand
Why he don't grab that bitch by the collar
Follow, look
I need my women a little hood
Living in a world where bad means good
That explains why the bad hoes attract me,
That explains why the bad rappers go platinum
I’m a go these days, go DJ
If the world stops spinning like a old DJ
Keep playing, I need a little more time,
Pre paying, just a few more dimes
We slaying, keep praying, hoping
2012? You gotta be joking!
Ain't enough time and a nigga tryn’ to sign
But the whole world done lost they minds
Look, bombs over Baghdad, bullets in the Ville
This is not a test, this is not a drill
This is all real so before we all kill,
Let me get one more feel. Baby!
Trust the world ain't spinning for too much longer
My nigga hope you ready, me and you both goners
But in the meantime, homie do what you like
Just, just do what you like, just, just, hey!
Trust the world ain't spinning for too much longer
Hey baby hope you ready, me and you both goners
So in the meantime, shorty do what you like
Earthquakes and tsunamis and hurricanes
You meaner than Katrina baby I gotta know your name
Before this thing is over this might be the last song
For the man upstairs cut the lights off and shut this party down
Trust the world ain't spinning for too much longer
My nigga hope you ready, me and you both goners
But in the meantime, homie do what you like
Just, just do what you like, just, just, hey!
Trust the world ain't spinning for too much longer
My baby hope you ready, me and you both goners.
So in the meantime, shorty do what you like
