J. COLE - Dollar & A Dream Tour Vlog lyrics

rate me

Hey

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

This is for all the fans that waited

The bitch niggers that hated

Old hoes we dated

Look momma we made it

Your son out in Barbados

Cheese, eggs and potatoes

Smoking weed on the beach

Has my mind working like Plato’s

And the last in the world

Fantasizing about girls

I’m heading down as in earl

The vandalizing her pearls

Sweating the weed out

Most of she breathe out

The fuck I’m doing them parties with

Over in Steve’s out

Over piranha

Deaf

Over this summer

They killing niggers for chains

That’s death over designers

Hey Cold he enough

I got left over lasagna

Remember when I used to be stressed

Dover Johanna

Now a nigger only texting

Get stressed over Rihanna’s

I’m talking tens and data hood

Bitches and sweaters

And we always argue about the same thing

Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing

Same thing, same thing

Nobody’s perfect, nobody’s perfect

But you’re perfect for me

Nobody’s perfect, nobody’s perfect

But you’re perfect for me

We rolling, we riding

Me like to go inside and

I love to go

I’m at it

We rock the boat, go side it

I love to call your name, name, name

Yeah baby I love to call your name

Name, name