J. Cole

J. Cole - Enchanted lyrics

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(feat. Omen)





[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Yea, this is where the

Yea, this is where the fathers ain't living

At least not with us

Might see em round the city and won't even say wassup

When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors

And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error

Just a small time nigga, big city hustle

Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell

These were our heroes, strictly for them zero's

For that Robert Deniro, niggas reload on them kilo's

Dodgin them people,

Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell

Shawty smole crack and her boyfriend too

Sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do

Pull up to the club where the boys went too

See that yellow tape and the boys in blue

A nigga on a strecther and though I never met ya

I'm thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya

Man, don't let the city get ya

Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler

If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue

Your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya

(We miss ya)



[Hook: J. Cole]

Come with me,

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la



Come with me,

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la



[Verse 2: Omen]

Yea, let's see God

I know you only do what's best for me

But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny

They always tellin' me it's temporary

Than why it's feelling like a cemetary

My dreams ain't got no obituaries

My city hurting and none of us were equiped here

You heard me say I was ballin'

I probably make tears

I'm trying to get clear

I'm tryna quit fear

Who wrote the scripts here

These kids live there whole life just killing time

Running the race with no finish line

They tryna noose us with they ropes

But I'm tryna climb

I think my foolish pride might become my suicide

But I ain't tryna go, no baby

And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope

Cause I ain't dying

My words gon' last forever,

You can hold the treasure

Look inside you can see a diamond in my mind

I'm tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping they nose clean

Is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen

I think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green

Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings

(No kings, no kings)



[Hook: J. Cole]

Come with me,

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la



Come with me,

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la



[Verse 3: J. Cole]

It seems like niggas either feel ya or they try and kill ya

I face the sky and hope to God ain't acting unfamiliar

You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar

They tell me that it's God's will, I'm asking God will ya

Heal a nigga from all this pain, momma smoking cocaine as it rains out

Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side

Where they rock with them thangs out

To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out

But will it change, it's like niggas is free but our minds still in the chains

Brothers killing eachother, the blood spill it's a shame

Will it ever slow up

Alot of niggas getting older but they never grow up

And do they son's like they fathers did and never show up

Don't even cry about it, just another episode of life

Watch the season nigga no re-runs

The devil buying soul's nigga no refunds

Man, don't let the city get ya

Fuck the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler

If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue

Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya

Another day, another song, a mother prays

Another gone

But still we play like ain't nothing wrong

Like ain't nothing wrong

Cause ain't nothing wrong

I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall

But before I pass

I gotta ball

I gotta ball

I gotta ball

Nigga I gotta ball
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