J. Cole
J. Cole - Neighbors songtekst
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I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Yeah the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope I don't want no picture with the president I just wanna talk to the man Speak for the boys in the bando And my nigga never walkin' again Apologized if I'm harpin' again I know these things happen often But I'm back on the scene I was lost in a dream as I write this A teen down in Austin I been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma Won't believe what it's costin' And it's fit for a king, right? Or a nigga that could sing And explain all the pain that it cost him My sixteen should've came with a coffin f**k the fame and the fortune—well, maybe not the fortune But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin' That's why I moved away, I needed privacy Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League Students that's recruited highly Thinkin' you do you and I do me Crib has got a big 'ol backyard My niggas stand outside and pass cigars Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard Thankful that they friend's a platinum star In the driveway there's no rapper cars Just some shit to get from back and forth Just some shit to get from back and forth Welcome to the shelter, this is pure We'll help you if you've felt too insecure To be the star you always knew you were Wait, I think police is at the door Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope Hmnn...I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope The neighbors think I'm...neighbors think I'm... (Don't follow me, don't follow me...) I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me...) I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope Well motherf**ker I am