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Download J. Cole's new album '2014 Forest Hills Drive' on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/ForestHillsDrive Google Play: http://smarturl.it/ForestHillsDriveGP Amazon: http://geni.us/ForestHillsDrive Listen on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/2014FHDSpotify http://www.dreamville.com/ http://www.jcolemusic.com/
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Call me crazy but i think this is my favorite music video of all time
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2017
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3:00 the creation of my nigga
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I finally get the video it's about when a black person finally makes it out of the ghetto but its no better. etc but it's really deep if u look at it really closely
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best album
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Who's listening to this in 2016? 2 more hours til 2017...it's been a hard year for me. J. Cole's lyrics have brought me through some really hard times. i'm literally gonna spend 2017 listening to J.Cole.
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J.Cole is gonna bring back real old Hip Hop style...
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I Cole is 2pac but not from the hood.
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Fun fact: This is the same house where Beyoncé shot the "Sorry" music video with Serena Williams and some parts of Lemonade.
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OK SO YOU WONT UNDERSTAND IF YOURE NOT IN THE DOLAN TWIN FANDOM BUT IS ANYONE HERE FROM @/CRINGEDOLAN??
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beautiful video
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Logic Kendrick Lamar j Cole
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She fucking small town n*gas I got bigger dreams.
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"skini mi se sa kurca"
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The video is so touching. very different from all the common themed videos out now
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J coleslaw
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If this was a movie I'd watch it
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J Cole and Kendrick Lamar👑👑. Drake who??
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full of shit boy... totally disgustihg
Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go
You wanna know just where I'm at
Well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
But let me tell you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come back
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them nigga I come back
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
Everybody scared of the nigga
Aware that the nigga is better
All my bitches the pick of the litter
Never bitter
Niggas is faker than anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good nigga we demand great
Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe
I said to the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
Get off my dick, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick nigga)
Get off my dick, bitch, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, woah
Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody
They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody
Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody
This is the part that the thugs skip
Young nigga never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
That is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come through
(The break up)
Get to know somebedy and you learn a lot about 'em
When we long for you, start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you better off without 'em
Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em
Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em
It's called love
Niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
No more, no more
It's called love
Niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
(Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)
But there a nigga in the club singing
To the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
Get off my dick
But ain't a nigga in the club singing
Singing this song yeah
Got all the bitches in the club singing
Singing this song yeah
And all they mamas let their kids sing it
Sing this song yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
Singing this song yeah
Song yeah, song song yeah
The make up
This shit is retarded
Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous
Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
That's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show
Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure
Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out
When I'm back home I'm the best in the South
When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West
You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out
Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for everybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho