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the climb back - j. cole lyrics

[intro]
are you doin’ this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?
which is more important?
getting or letting go?
you can do anything, anything you can do (you can do anything)
you can do anything, anything you can do (you can do anything)

[chorus]
everything come back around full circle
why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?
everybody gotta cry once in a while
but how long will it take ‘fore you smile?
this is that come*back*to*life sh*t
my n*ggas pick me up and we gon’ light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
and paint the town red for my n*gga found dead too soon (b*tch, i’m back out…)

[verse 1]
yeah
to the left of that decimal, i need seven figures to play the joint
turn up your decibels, peep how i decimate a joint
check out my projects like them workers that section 8 appoints
and you’ll see how i flipped, like exclamation points
my n*ggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards
enough straps to fill four u*hauls
more death than world war ii caused
around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
of black corpses in county morgues, lord, those images hauntin’
i ain’t been asleep yet, it’s ten in the mornin’
i’m sendin’ a warnin’, a problem with me is like the bet hip*hop awards
i’m startin’ to see you n*ggas don’t want it
i’m sick of this flauntin’, from n*ggas i know for sure ain’t got mo’ dough than cole
trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe*to*toe
we laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at ya
bass masters, look how they tote a pole
gotta know the ropes and the protocol
or they gon’ for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code
made a lil’ tune called “foldin clothes,” and a n*gga still ain’t known to fold under pressure
well you know what cole do
make a diamond, they just rhymin’, me, i’m quotin’ gold
one phone call get you canceled like a h0m*phobe
in this pc culture, address me as the g.o.a.t.
like they call chief keef sosa, in my sectional like a f*ckin’ three piece sofa
i’m known as the chosen one
another dead body lay frozen, that’s how it go sometimes
when n*ggas weighin’ coke and not the pros and cons
well i ain’t with that sleepin’ underground like a gopher, so i go for mines

[chorus]
everything come back around full circle (n*gga, gotta go for mines)
why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful (yeah)
everybody gotta cry once in a while
but how long will it take ‘fore you smile?
this is that come*back*to*life sh*t
my n*ggas pick me up and we gon light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
and paint the town red for my n*gga found dead too soon
now i know why they call it blue moon (yeah)

[verse 2]
survival at all costs, everyday n*ggas get logged off
bodies get hauled off
passin’ a funeral procession while holdin’ my breath in the car, i thought
at times, it be feelin’ the devil be winnin’ but do that mean god lost?
just got off the phone with my n*gga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost
i brought him ’round close to me before but he
became addicted to clout and all the hoes we’d meet
i slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to me
like on the low, he feelin’ like in my shoes is where he supposed to be
i tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind
it felt like lettin’ a n*gga come sleep on your couch and he eatin’ up all yo’ groceries
my n*gga repeated this quote to me, i felt its potency
said, “most of these n*ggas gon’ hang themselves, just give ’em the rope and see”
sh*t, i heeded that, and what got showed to me
was screamin’ that, some n*ggas, you gotta leave ’em back
unfortunately we seen the trap
n*ggas be on that demon clock resultantly
they fiend to clap as often as the g*nius app misquotin’ me, uh
meanwhile, i see that yo’ diamonds is glistenin’
i’m glad that you shinin’ but need i remind you my n*ggas is dimin’ and nickelin’?
scr*pin’ up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime they committin’ it
just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains they tryin’ to climb
i’m here tryna find the derivative
you n*ggas don’t feel me, you see the clout
you don’t see the real me
if i was sick, you n*ggas wouldn’t heal me
therefore i’m healin’ myself, gettin’ in tune with my god
slowly revealin’ myself, buildin’ my wealth
a n*gga touch mine, i’ma k!ll ’em myself, trust me

[chorus]
everything come back around full circle
why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful
everybody gotta cry once in a while
but how long will it take ‘fore you smile?
this is that come*back*to*life sh*t
my n*ggas pick me up and we gon’ light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
and paint the town red for my n*gga found dead too soon
now i know why they call it blue moon (yeah)

[outro]
b*tch, i’m back outside, n*gga
i’m back outside
i’m back outside
b*tch, i’m back outside
everybody mentions suicide prevention
man, they even made a hotline
to call up when there’s tension, but i got a question
what about a f*ckin’ homicide?
need a number for my n*ggas to call
whenever there’s a urge to get triggers involved
need a number for my n*ggas to call
whenever there’s a urge to get triggers involved

- j cole lyrics

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