Whats love got to do go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Then I send it right back to you with it
How high
Whats love got to do go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Then I send it right back to you with it
Visionary play your position no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You listening to the most high like the Pope on d**e
Now picture that
My poetry's deep now fish for that
Only real n***as catch something phoney n***as fail
S**t you gotta feel like it's only read in braille
Both did the crime but his homie didn't tell
So he f cking b***hes while he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking well what the hell I been on
They gave a n***a five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets like a bachelor
I gotta play the clubs like an old a*s woman
Life is a movie pick your own role
Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying that's like sitting round dying
You wanna touch the sky b***h you figure out flying
N***a how high so high that I could touch the sky
How sick so sick that I could f ck yo' b***h
N***a please my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
N***a how high so high that I could touch the sky
How sick so sick that I could f ck yo' b***h
N***a please my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
Hey as the troubles of the world unfurl
My n***as hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your girl
Think I need to quit trying 'fore some n***a out there try to hit mine
Karma for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the ***'s through ya
You need ya armour cause them n***as out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial police piranha gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing that m*******a
Yes ya honour I feel ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out I don't mean to keep smiling
But right now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man just look at me what if I couldn't read
Would you throw the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad am I supposed to look happy
It's been a long time coming
Tell my n***a roll me up something
N***a how high so high that I could touch the sky
How sick so sick that I could f ck yo' b***h
N***a please my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
N***a how high so high that I could touch the sky
How sick so sick that I could f ck yo' b***h
N***a please my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees
No I don't smoke maybe once in a blue
When the tention gets thick than there's nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul open the blind
My eyes get shut but I open my mind
How high la la la la
How high hey hey hey
How high yeah yeah yeah yeah
How high la la la la
Is that a shot that you threw little man
I understand you frustrated career ain't going how you planned
Make it worse you're friends now when they talk rap
All you hear is J Cole this and J Cole that
It must be hard for your pride to take all that
I know your weak heart gotta break off that
Boy look Cole World this is your worst fear
I'm burning you n ggas and I'm only in first gear
I'm serving you n***as this is only the first beer
12 months from now you'll be having the worst year
No tears for the haters I'm still counting money
Cole ain't dropping that's real f cking funny
Grade A dummy sleeping on a n***a raps
Something like a mummy
But I'mma wake yo' a*s up
Something like your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's with ya girl this is Cool J
How high
How high
How high yeah
How high yeah
Whats love got to do got to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through with it
Yeah I send it right back
