Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Performer
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Keyboards
Irvin Washington
Irvin Washington
Keyboards
David Linaburg
David Linaburg
Guitar
Carlin White
Carlin White
Drums
Brittany Carter
Brittany Carter
Background Vocals
Dj Dummy
Dj Dummy
DJ
T.S. Rose Desandies
T.S. Rose Desandies
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Burke
Johnny Burke
Songwriter
Jimmy Van Heusen
Jimmy Van Heusen
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
William "Willie B." Brown
William "Willie B." Brown
Songwriter
Dj Dummy
Dj Dummy
Percussion Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I grew up a fucking screw-up
Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer
Damn, need something new and I'm in love with the baddest girl in the city
I wish I knew her
I wish I weren't so shy
I wish that I was a bit more fly, I wish that I
Could tell her how I really feel inside
That I'm the perfect **** for her, but then, maybe that's a lie
She like a certain type of ****
And it's clear I'm not that guy
Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side
On the bench, 'cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly
I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinking about that now
Fast forward four years or so from now
I'll prolly cry, when I realize what I miss, but as of now my eyes are dry
'Cause I'm tryna stay alive in a city where too many **** die
Dreaming quiet, tryna dodge a suit and tie
[Verse 2]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Things change, rearrange and so do I
It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie
I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold
I might bend a little but I don't fold
One time for my mind and two for yours
I got food for the thoughts to soothe your soul
If you see my tears fall, just let me be
Move along, nothing to see
[Verse 3]
Always did shit the hard way
My **** slanging in the hallway
Burnt C.D.'s and trees like this was Broadway
Times Square, kept the dimes there in the locker
Some Reggie Miller, with more brown hairs than Chewbacca
Whispers that he got it for the low-low
Selling dimes for a dub
Them white boys ain't know no better
Besides, what's twenty dollars to a **** like that
He tell his pops he needs some lunch
He gon' get it right back
I peep game, got home, snatched my Momma keychain
Circle whip, the appeal too ill to refrain
I hit the boulevard, pull up to my **** front door, his mama at home
She still let him hit the blunt though
I told her hell and sat with my **** and laughed
And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class
I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash
And just ask what a **** gotta do to get that, put me on
He just laughed when he see I was sure
17 years breathing, his demeanor said more, he told me
****, you know how you sound right now?
If you wasn't my mans, I would think that you a clown right now
Listen, you everything I wanna be, that's why I fucks with you
So how you looking up to me when I look up to you?
You 'bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices
Either graduate to weight, or selling number two, for what?
A hundred bucks or two a week
Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me?
I got four brothers, one mother that don't love us
If they ain't want us, why the fuck they never wore rubbers?
I felt ashamed to have ever complained
About my lack of gear and thought about how far we done came
From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky
Thank you mama, dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry
You made a genius and I ain't gon' take it for granted
I ain't gonna settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed
Now I'm gon' take what they owe me
And show you that I can fly
And show old girl what she missin', the illest **** alive, who am I
[Verse 4]
Things change, rearrange and so do I
It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie
I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold
I might spend a little bit but I don't fold
One time for my mind and two for yours
I got food for the thoughts to soothe your soul
If you see my tears fall, just let me be
Move along, nothing to see
[Verse 5]
Man, I thought better
If you ask me
Written by: J. Cole, Jimmy Van Heusen, Johnny Burke, William "Willie B." Brown
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