J. Cole - Behind Bars Pt. 4 lyrics

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J. Cole - Behind Bars Pt. 4 lyrics

[Part 1: Love Yourz] Journey wit me, won't ya come searchin' wit me? Cross the bridges if you with it, or come burn ‘em wit me If you don't find a place beside us, please turn against me I'm ‘bout to take a life turn, swervin' permanently I let the rap addiction inspirit a Catholic Christian The addict don't got it all up here, it appears But no fear, I'll do this after d**h and visit you as apparition Eternal melodies, and that's the mission Never catch me slippin', I found a lake to fish in Dismiss the fake who livin', I cast ‘em out And tell ‘em they should keep it real - great decision See, I'm just tryna fly my message out to ya'll like a faithful pigeon Baby, listen. We're put here to make a difference And I just stay wishin', that I was Gandalf the Grey wit wisdom You really gotta stop adherin' to the shady system Those dollar signs in your eyes give you jaded vision But me, I save and spit, this what I do for recreation Slash soul restoration, Debit savings I let the record play while the teller counts Rather have you check the bounce than have to hear your check has bounced [Part 2: Fire Squad] Switch to cast the thrall, I'm the master, after all Words splash like cannonballs, minds turn to applesauce Sweeter than a Macintosh, talkin' like a jabberjaw Goin' down like Santa Clause, wired in like an*logs Girls that used to sleep on your boy are still sleepin' But now, it's with pajamas off, make it clap like mad applause This is the result of watchin' too much rap battle, dog Pick and choose flows like my mind's a giant catalog Movin' on, I'm the whitest boy you'll ever get to know Whiter than the driven snow, whiter than a sniff of blow Thinner than a piccolo, as thin as stripper pole So women hear me and get the urge to start strippin', though! Pick and roll, give and go, I'm the point guard Flows make sense and get changed more than Coinstar And if you sayin' to yourself this go hard Tha Art Exhibit's magnificent, but you still standing in its courtyard Cuz I've got... [Part 3: Can't Get Enough] Unlimited rhymes, a million times infinity signs Jiminy cricket, equip a k**er's design, I deserve just a little ity bit of a shrine Like, it ain't no thing, praise be the king Droppin' hot lines, but I stay away from the bling Got my puppet show below, I'm just pullin' ‘dem strings Keep the theme shinin', I'ma let my spirit sing Sing, Sing, like yodeling, no, Sing, Sing, with the bars I bring Got Generic handling all the R&D, plus Tha Character for all of that marketing But I switch flows quicker than gym clothes Hypno-sis, I'm the hip-hop minstrel, I love it Protectin' your lymph nodes, I does it You won't ever reach my summit, shove it Puzzlin' wit every double time dropped But I rhyme hot, never let the grind stop or hit a dry spot Rollin' through the city in a Hyundai, why am I Not pullin' to the stop sign in a Maybach Ah, ah, oh… and I don't know Sk** level developed has been optimal Only thing that I can think that's left to do Is start droppin' flows at every concert show .Like watch out below, Geronimo I got a yahtzee rolled, it's all possible I'm like Han Solo, you under my control I got the rap game in my 2pocket, though! [Part 4: In The Morning] Slow burnin' while the globe turnin' Lyrics smoother than bu*ter, I got your soul churnin' No, no, no worries, stay dough earnin' Closed eyes, welcome home journey Yeah, boy, my flow's furnished Cold world, but the fire in my heart is flamin' People slump, and I'm just makin' sure my art is changin' I like the money, but my soul's a greater influence Sacrifice the green for white to see how far my power rangin' The almighty soldier, I tend to write it sober Smile at ‘em like I'm nice and kosher I hit with the joy, stick to it ‘em like controllers Whitey Bulger doin' it until I'm signin' posters, hold up It's good to meet you, baby, you wanna be my lady? I like to rap, do you think you could adapt? I don't think so, crawlin' outta bed Words spill out while I'm yawnin' So can I spit it in the mornin' Can I spit it in the morning? Can i spit it in the morning? Recording session while you're moanin' Can I spit it in the morning? Can I spit it in the morning, baby? Can I spit it in the morning? The sun risin' while recordin', babe Generic

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