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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
David Linaburg
David Linaburg
Guitar
Milton Nascimento
Milton Nascimento
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
Milton Nascimento
Milton Nascimento
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Up, up and away, hey
Do you trust me?
Would you love me?
Then it must be
[Verse 2]
Worldwide stunner, oh, man, I'ma
Reign on the game, make it storm and thunder
Grab a umbrella, bitch, and go stand under
And bundle up, it's gon' be a cold-ass summer
You **** so last summer
On to the new, on, on to the new shit
Jigga wouldn't even take my CD when he seen me
Two years later, bitch, we made it on, on to The Blueprint
Now, how's that for persistence?
Cole World comin', call backup assistance
Same broads used to hang up on my walls
Now they come up out their drawers, how's that for a mistress?
Hell bent, heaven sent
Lord, I repent if I ever sinned
Now, I know I ain't the richest, but I still wanna ball
Put money over bitches but we still underdogs
[Verse 3]
Did you miss me?
No, I don't know where I'm goin', but I'm goin'
Now is you comin' with me?
Up, up and away, hey
Do you trust me?
If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out
Would you love me?
Then it must be a match made in Heaven
God's gift
God's gift
God's gift
Muthafucka, this is God's gift
[Verse 4]
Pussy my passion
Man, I just can't help it, I see a cookie, I grab one
Lookin' for some nookie, I'm tryna scoop me a bad one
Every verse I spit, it just like it could be my last one
Ever since I got on
I been on a mission to fuck the bitches I missed out on
Ex-cheerleader hollerin', "What's up?"
Now her **** beat her, damn, that's fucked up
What type a little fuck boy hit a
Woman, bet he wouldn't put his hands on a ****
I ain't bitter, boy, that's all you
Plus I just fucked her 'fore she called you
[Verse 5]
Dry your eyes, baby, I'll drive you home
Older hoes sayin', my how you've grown
I came up, fucked the game up
Show my mama I'll survive on my own
[Verse 6]
Did you miss me?
No, I don't know where I'm goin', but I'm goin'
Now is you comin' with me?
Up, up and away, hey
Do you trust me?
If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out
Would you love me?
Then it must be a match made in Heaven
God's gift
God's gift
God's gift
Muthafucka, this is God's gift
Written by: J. Cole, Milton Nascimento
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