Under The Sun - Dreamville/J. Cole.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge
[00:03.42]If you miss me
[00:19.81]And you can't find
[00:29.31]Need no help
[00:36.43]I done seen it all, my God
[00:38.78]Uh
[00:41.30]I done seen it all, my God, I swear
[00:45.32]Uh, uh
[00:47.92]Nothing new under the sun, nobody ****ing with son
[00:50.62]I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
[00:52.93]A couple of niggas that bust up the party and **** up the fun
[00:55.20]She digging me and I’m cuffing her friend
[00:56.93]She ig'-ing you while we ****ing for fun
[00:58.62]I got her suckin' her thumb, that’s my lil' baby
[01:01.17]She call me daddy like grandmama baby
[01:02.54]If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy
[01:04.24]I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
[01:06.40]An M is my minimum wage
[01:07.52]This ain't no kennel, behave
[01:09.22]Niggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray
[01:11.22]So in a way we the dogcatchers
[01:12.71]How many bullets your dawg catchin'?
[01:14.64]Sawed-off, raw dog fashion
[01:16.32]Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn
[01:18.91]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b***h
[01:29.10]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
[01:32.80]Potato over my gun
[01:34.24]I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds
[01:36.29]When they should keep eye on they b***h
[01:37.78]’Cause baby girl coming with son
[01:38.85]Niggas be judging my moves,
[01:40.10]But please tell me, what have you done?
[01:41.49]My cousin might air out the party for fun
[01:43.12]Pistol grips get to squeezing
[01:44.46]Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson
[01:46.25]I don’t even need a reason, loyalty over treason
[01:48.84]B***h ass nigga, come and see me
[01:50.36]Put some respect on my name
[01:51.42]What side of my city I claim
[01:52.68]I try to stay in my lane
[01:53.94]Took my advance and put a cold piece on them thangs
[01:56.17]I'm 84 ’til the wheels fall
[01:57.86]Know some niggas probably pissed off
[01:59.43]Who would thought I made it this far?
[02:01.18]Gold mouth, b***h, **** 'em all
[02:05.43]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b***h
[02:14.00]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
[02:17.22]I just put diamonds on all of my teeth,
[02:18.51]Now they probably think I ain't intelligent
[02:20.03]In the homicide unit interrogation,
[02:21.69]Asking questions, you know I ain’t tell 'em shit
[02:23.55]B*****s call me a jock, all-America
[02:25.16]I'm at the top of my class with my letterman
[02:26.84]I remember back in college, b*****s knocking on my dorm doo
[02:29.34]I ain't never let 'em in
[02:30.33]Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few
[02:32.24]Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube
[02:33.88]I had a freak, used to **** while her boyfriend in clas
[02:35.81]I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2
[02:37.40]No back and forth with these rappers
[02:38.64]They mention me, dissin' me
[02:39.56]No talkin' back, I won't mention you
[02:40.74]Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip
[02:42.69]They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews
[02:44.37]I'm on fire, b***h, I'm lit, but I'm really coo
[02:45.92]Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
[02:47.76]They don't come out after dark, b***h, I swim with the shark
[02:49.52]You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool
[02:51.07]Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'
[02:53.29]I reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
[02:54.80]I got a Glock with a d**k, let's get physical
[02:56.25]They gon' be hollerin' out, "Rip," and they missin' you
[02:58.03]They got me started, I might as well finish (Talk your shit, bitc
[03:00.30]I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas d
[03:01.74]Baby
[03:03.42]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b***h
[03:12.85]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

文本歌词

作词 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge
作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge
If you miss me
And you can't find
Need no help
I done seen it all, my God
Uh
I done seen it all, my God, I swear
Uh, uh
Nothing new under the sun, nobody ****ing with son
I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
A couple of niggas that bust up the party and **** up the fun
She digging me and I’m cuffing her friend
She ig'-ing you while we ****ing for fun
I got her suckin' her thumb, that’s my lil' baby
She call me daddy like grandmama baby
If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy
I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
An M is my minimum wage
This ain't no kennel, behave
Niggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray
So in a way we the dogcatchers
How many bullets your dawg catchin'?
Sawed-off, raw dog fashion
Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b***h
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
Potato over my gun
I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds
When they should keep eye on they b***h
’Cause baby girl coming with son
Niggas be judging my moves,
But please tell me, what have you done?
My cousin might air out the party for fun
Pistol grips get to squeezing
Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson
I don’t even need a reason, loyalty over treason
B***h ass nigga, come and see me
Put some respect on my name
What side of my city I claim
I try to stay in my lane
Took my advance and put a cold piece on them thangs
I'm 84 ’til the wheels fall
Know some niggas probably pissed off
Who would thought I made it this far?
Gold mouth, b***h, **** 'em all
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b***h
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
I just put diamonds on all of my teeth,
Now they probably think I ain't intelligent
In the homicide unit interrogation,
Asking questions, you know I ain’t tell 'em shit
B*****s call me a jock, all-America
I'm at the top of my class with my letterman
I remember back in college, b*****s knocking on my dorm doo
I ain't never let 'em in
Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few
Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube
I had a freak, used to **** while her boyfriend in clas
I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2
No back and forth with these rappers
They mention me, dissin' me
No talkin' back, I won't mention you
Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip
They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews
I'm on fire, b***h, I'm lit, but I'm really coo
Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
They don't come out after dark, b***h, I swim with the shark
You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool
Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'
I reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
I got a Glock with a d**k, let's get physical
They gon' be hollerin' out, "Rip," and they missin' you
They got me started, I might as well finish (Talk your shit, bitc
I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas d
Baby
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b***h
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with