J. COLE

J. COLE - Lost Ones

rate me

Baby girl, I can't imagine what it's like for you

I got you pregnant, now inside there is a life in you

I know you wonder if this is gon' make me think

About wifing you...

Like if you have my first child, would I

Spend my whole life with you?

Now I ain't trying to pick a fight with you

I'm trying to talk. Now I ain't trying to spend the night

With you, I'm kinda lost, see

I've been giving it some thought lately, and

Frankly I feel like we ain't ready and this...

Hold up now, let me finish!

Think about it baby, me and you still kids ourselves

How we gonna raise a kid by outself, handle biz by ourself?

A nigga barely over 20, where the hell we gonna live?

Where am I gonna get that money?

I refuse to bring my boy and my girl in this world

When I ain't got shit to give em

And I'm not with them niggas who be knocking girls up

And skate out, so girl you gotta think about your options

Weigh it out, what's the weigh-out?

And I ain't too proud to say that I cried sometimes

Cried sometimes, about it

And girl I know it hurts, but

If this world was perfect, we can make it work but i doubt it

She say "you got some nerve

To come up to me talking about abortion

This my body nigga, so don't think you finna

Force shit! See I knew that this is how you act

So typical, said you love me but now

You flipping like reciprocals, figures though

Should've known that you was just another nigga

No different from them other niggas who be

Claiming that they love you just to get up in

Them drawers. Knowing all the right things to say

I let you hit it raw, muthafucka!

Now I'm pregnant, you don't wanna get involved muthafucka?

Trying to take away a life, is you God muthafucka?

I don't think so, this a new life up in my stomach

Regardless if I'm your wife, this new life here

I'mma love it, I ain't budging

I just do this by my muthafucking self

See, my mama raised me with no muthafucking help

From a man, but I still don't understand how you

Could say that; did you forget all those conversations

That we had way back about your father? And you told me

That you hate that nigga, talking about he a coward

And you so happy that you ain't that nigga, cause he

Left your mama when she had you and he ain't shit

Now here you go doing the same shit...

You ain't shit nigga!"

And I ain't too proud to say that I cried sometimes

Cried sometimes, about it

And girl I know it hurts, but

If this world was perfect, we can make it work but i doubt it

They say everything happens for a reason

And people change like the seasons, they grow

Apart, she wanted him to show his

Heart and say he loved her, he spoke them

Magic words and on the same day he fucked her

Now she wide open, she put a ring up on his finger

If she could, but he loved her cause the pussy good

But she ain't no wife though, uh oh!

She telling him she missed her period like typos

He panicking, froze up like a mannequin

A life grows inside, now he asking "is it even mine?"

What if this bitch ain't even pregnant dog

Could she be lying? And she be crying cause he acting

Distant, like "ever since I told you this, nigga

You acting different". And all his niggas saying

These hoes be trapping niggas. Playing with niggas'

Emotions like they some action figures

Where they get pregnant for collateral

It's like extortion, man

If that bitch really pregnant tell her to get

An abortion... but what about your seed nigga?

Thanks to shukor rorie for correcting these lyrics

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