Neighbors

J. Cole | Durée : 03:36

Auteur : Jermaine Cole

Compositeur : Jermaine Cole

Paroles
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 Fuck 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 Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm 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 motherfucker, I am Some things you can't escape Death, taxes, NRA It's this society that make Every nigga feel like a candidate For a Trayvon kinda fate Even when your crib sit on a lake Even when your plaques hang on a wall Even when the president jam your tape Took a little break just to annotate How I feel, damn it's late I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid Black in a white man territory Cops bust in with the army guns No evidence of the harm we done Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn Don't follow me, don't follow me Don't follow me, don't follow me Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm 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 motherfucker, I am I am, I am, I am, I am Well motherfucker I am I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope I am, I am, I am Well motherfucker I am So much for integration Don't know what I was thinkin' I'm movin' back to Southside So much for integration Don't know what I was thinkin' I'm movin' back to Southside
Jermaine Cole
Universal Music Publishing Group