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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
Songwriter
Curtis Mayfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
Producer
Lyrics
Hey, oh yeah
Cole world
Uh, oh yeah
Yeah
This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch **** that hated
Old hoes we dated, look, mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs, and potatoes
Smokin' weed on the beach, as my mind workin' like Plato's
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls
Sweatin' her weave out, moans as she breathes out
Fuck, I'm doin' in parties wit Hova and Steve Stout
I've stepped over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin' **** for Js, that's death over designer
Hey, Cole heatin' up like that leftover lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over D'wana
Now a **** only text and get stressed over Rihannas
I'm talkin' ten's and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue 'bout the same thang
Tell me why we gotta argue 'bout the same thang, same thang? Well
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, aye, aye, uh
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, aye, aye
But you're perfect for me
We rollin', we ridin'
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat, Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Yeah baby, I love to call your name, name, name, eh
Oh yeah, to my college girl
Take the weekend off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room
But, that thang tight like Fort Knox
So I call you when the tour stops
But baby, where your roommates?
Did you make sure the door's locked?
She love it when we get together
Smoke a lil' weed, but her shit together
Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose
Only fuck wit hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard the stories 'bout different dudes
Her man on campus, but it's fine by me
She say she only fucked like fo'-five ****
So you know you gotta multiply by three
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, aye, aye, uh
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, aye, aye
But you're perfect for me
We rollin', we ridin'
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat, Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Yeah baby, I love to call your name, name, name, eh
Written by: Curtis Mayfield, J. Cole