[Wstęp] Lauryn Hill: One day you’re gonna understand
[J.Cole] Can I holla at you? Let me holla at you!
[Wers 1: J. Cole] Special Never forget the day I met you We was destined for each other like a, Son to his mother or a sister and brother, man this bond is deep We go a couple years and don’t even speak, but know it’s love though Never let em’ dirty your name I got the utmost respect for you, Came back home and had to check for you, Word round town is you locked down Some older niggas snatched you up gave you a rock now Damn, hey could it be, she like “if you was me you wouldn’t wait for me Living fast you wouldn’t mash the brakes for me” Big city slicker nigga on a higher track Bigger now but when she send a letter always write her back And time revealed, she feels that she settled too soon While she see me go for mines and she admire that We speak about time as if we could just buy it back If only it was that simple, damn I miss you
[Refren] Can I holla at you, Can I holla at you, Let me holla at you, Yeah I know its been a while, but ain’t no better time then now Can I holla at you, Can I holla at you, Ay, let me holla at you Yeah I know its been a while, but
[Wers 2: J. Cole] You betrayed me, The day you played my momma you played me Can’t believe I let you in my heart nigga I should’ve, followed my instincts a stranger in my house Only five years old but sense danger in my house I was too young too scrap you but damn if I ain’t want to Im blowing up fast and I hope these words haunt you Uh, thirteen years knew you more then my real pops Put me on to ‘Pac, and all the rappers that killed cops Who would’ve thought you’d leave my momma high and dry Last words to a bitch nigga “why you lie?” Feeling bitter so these words might seem jumbled When you left I watched that lady crumble I know probably by now you a old man, But I still I feel I won’t be satisfied until we throw hands For all the ass whoppings Heard you tryna’ talk to that punk don’t call me You ain’t shit and I’m scared it rubbed off on me
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[Wers 3: J. Cole] I heard you on that shit I hope it ain’t true Was hard to holla at you last time I came through Could barely recognize you, naw nigga this ain’t you Cause you ain’t lookin’ like that nigga that I once knew And plus you act like you don’t know me We was homies, now you call me by my rap name See me do my thing, you expecting me to act strange Hey holla but you on my mind nigga I dont forget the good times nigga White tee’s in the club, jeans baggy as fuck Sometimes I look back on my life, that was the happiest stuff You had potential to be monumental, ville mentality You know that old kill or be killed mentality I look at where you at now it’s a, real fatality Cause where you supposed to be is on top, close to me Chasin’ hoes like the old days, But now we overseas, dawg Congratulations on your seat Yo my nigga can I holla at you
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