J. Cole
J. Cole - No Role Models songtekst
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First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil For real, you the only father that I ever knew I get my bitch pregnant I'ma be a better you Prophesies that I made way back in the Ville For Phil, Listen even back when we was broke my team ill Martin Luther King would have been on Dreamville Talk to a nigga One time for my LA sisters One time for my LA hoes Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who knows Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved No role models and I'm here right now No role models to speak of Searchin' through my memory, my memory I couldn't find one Last night I was gettin' my feet rubbed By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her "Hey, what's good?" "Sorry I'm never comin' home I'ma stay for good" Then hang the phone up, and proceed to lay the wood I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods Ain't got no shame bout it She think I'm spoiled and I'm rich cause I can have any bitch I got defensive and said "Nah, I was the same without it" But then I thought back, back to a better me Before I was a B-list celebrity Before I started callin' bitches bitches so heavily Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody You wasn't sweatin' me Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved I want a real love, dark skinned and Aunt Viv love That Jada and that Will love That leave a toothbrush at your crib love And you ain't gotta wonder whether that's your kid love Nigga I don't want no bitch from reality shows Out of touch with reality hoes Out in Hollywood bringin' back 5 or 6 hoes Fuck em' then we kick em' to the door Nigga you know how it go She deserved that, she a bird, it's a bird trap You think if I didn't rap she would flirt back Takin' off her skirt, let her wear my shirt before she leave I'ma need my shirt back Nigga you know how it go Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved There's an old saying in Tennessee - I know it's in Texas - probably in Tennessee that says fool me once, shame on - shame on you. If you fool me we can't get fooled again Fool me one time shame on you Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you Fool me three times, fuck the peace signs Load the chopper, let it rain on you [x2] My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet My only regret was too young for Nia Long Now all I'm left with is hoes from reality shows Hand her a script the bitch probably couldn't read along My only regret was too young for Sade Adu My only regret could never take Aaliyah home Now all I'm left with is hoes up in Greystone With the stale face cause they know it's they song She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow) She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow) She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow) She shallow but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow) Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved