, Like a vision into the wall. But I've got no hard feelings, I've got no feelings at all. No hard feelings, no cold goodbyes. No hard feelings, too
away, Like a vision into the wall. But I've got no hard feelings, I've got no feelings at all. No hard feelings, no cold goodbyes. No hard feelings,
boyfriend is zero she needs to cut the wierdo Next show they gotta up the zeroes Nobody rocking like this 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys
[J. Cole - Verse 1] Momma I just killed a man My body still trembling can you feel my hand Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before they find out
is zero she needs to cut the weirdo Next show they gotta up the zeroes Nobody rocking like they're 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys something
In an office two miles underground They can't tell night from day Secretaries typing errors of judgement In eternally full in-trays Phones ring in, get
With air miles and big group reductions So I went to the ticket office where Evangelist sat And reserved seats through credit card calls I said ' How does it feel
I see the sunrise Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes To see this world so fucked up for me And my family, worked so hard but can earn
One cold and sad.affair, Take my heart and leave it there, I'm gonna feel this way forever, Never thought that I'd be free, Now you've made this change
Oh I was poor as a boy, Only had one thing to my name. But I worked so hard On my old guitar, I know each note sounded the same. Yea I did what I said
voices from miles away Saying things never said Seeing shadows in the light of the day Waging a war inside my head Feeling strangers staring
her boyfriend is zero she needs to cut the weirdo next show they gotta up the zeroes nobody rocking like this 60 years old the hard johns and the walleys
zero she needs to cut the wierdo next show they gotta up the zeroes nobody rocking like this 60 years old the hard johns and the walleys something caught
keep on putin tears on my sean john polo. (go hard) I wake up everyday feelin great, I start my car, hit the bullivard. I'm bout to (go hard) Jus let
now, I ran "8 Miles" I ain't the same old nigga with the same style The lifestyle of Jermaine is my brainchild Jermaine's really like the black John Wayne
