Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
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Vocals
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Keyboards
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Guitar
Jasmisha
Jasmisha
Vocals
Kim Fox
Kim Fox
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Songwriter
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Songwriter
Ernest Dion Wilson
Ernest Dion Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Hey
What's up girl?
Hey
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Angel eyes, long hair, I see you crying, what's wrong there
He did what? He fucked who? We know the story, what's new?
See I could probably rush you, tell you that he shoulda love you
Take advantage, fuck you, tell you I'll do all the shit he wouldn't do
But the truth is, we all the same, on different teams, but it's all a game
The objective, trying to score, you got a wife, you find a whore
You fuck her fast, she find her drawers, pull up her pants, you find the door
You drive her home, she mop you off, you bust again, and drop her off
Then repeat like an episode, why we cheat, I'll never know
Is it 'cause we rap?
Heavens no, lotta **** rap though, never blow
Like heterosexuals, girl you fine, from head to toe
Could it be 'cause my father let me know that he cheated and somehow I never told
I never told
[Verse 3]
Hey you wanna be a man?
Yeah I wanna be a man
A man don't run and tell his mama everything he see
I ain't gonna tell
Alright, alright then man, be a man then
[Verse 4]
Hey, okay
That's what it is, I see the game, the hoes come, the seasons change
The hoes go, we rearrange, fuck up her life, she'll never be the same
The OG's that beat the game, forever young, Peter Pan
35? Still playing, child support? Still paying
Juggling bill paying with running around, field daying
Wine and dine, meal paying, with hopes that she'll lay in
The bed and, get wet then, give head then, you bet man
The same girl who said we just met man, game colder than the fucking dead man
One night stands, no best man, no bridesmaids or reverends
'Cause Wolverine's depressed and don't wanna be your ex-man
'Cause Cupid aims and throws the darts, there go the sparks and broken hearts
Who wanna build Noah's Ark just to have that shit torn apart?
[Verse 5]
You know what?
I need to talk to you
About what?
I don't think this is, working out for us
Why?
I mean, I need some space
I mean no, I just wanna find myself, that's all
What the fuck?
You know?
Written by: Ernest Wilson, J. Cole, Kevin Randolph, Steve Wyreman
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