If only i can feel your stare now Oooh, cold air He keeps in shadow Once warm, now ceases to thaw My offering was simple Yet to get to our downfall In the tireless slumber, suffering from withdrawal And now I see your silence signs All along was love in your eyes If only I could feel your stare now Cold air! If only you would let me in now Cold air! If only I could feel your stare now Cold air! If only you would let me in now Cold air! Right into darkness, so endless Silence filling the air Looking for a sign to find the secret you're keeping It always have, always seems to keep me from leaving But I will sleep until it dies Nothing left here to. Falling to, to the ground If only you would let me in. Falling to, to the ground If only i could feel your st... Cold air In. oh Cold. If only I could feel your stare now Cold air! If only you would let me in now Cold air! If only I could feel your stare now Cold air! If only you would let me in now Cold air!

We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long, long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world I laughed and shook his hand And made my way back home I searched for form and land For years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare At all the millions here We must have died alone A long, long time ago Who knows? Not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world Who knows? Not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world

Started out a hustler Now I keep it simple, barely move a muscle (Uh) I was with the chicken It was hella temptin', like I'm David Ruffin (Uh) I come from the struggle (Yeah) Don't mean I'ma struggle (Look) Took my dreads and cut 'em Used to do the butters, now I just do better Uh, need you, yeah, they need you Flow on Mercury Ayy, I don't mean seafood It's in my gene, my DNA, then my Evisu I get the fee, send me the pay That's just the things to you Brag about my blessings very often Like a jellyfish, I cannot get it off me Tell my grandmother that you can get the car keys Know my niggas got me, if they ever try me G-Star with the high cuff, yeah She say my dick is to die for, yeah We are not doin' no cyphers, no We in the booth with the white chalk Ayy, need you, yeah, they need you Ayy, need you Ayy, ooh, yeah Need you, yeah, they need you I'm high off altitude, I had to do this shit to free me Was shackled by the lack of action, I'm a loaded gun Apply my aptitude to raps and now my family see me on the TV Got me feelin' like I'm momma's favorite son Lampin' with this foreign chick, she look like Nefertiti She spoke about her summer travels and how far she come She climbed up Machu Picchu, lookin' for herself But really found that does not limit what you could become None (Oh) Leave the past where it really happened Half the time you was really cappin' Other half you was learnin' somethin' That in ya' eyes I could see the passion Greener pastures, to see ya' blessings is hard enough I see ya' glasses all foggin' up Ayy, need you, yeah, they need you Ayy, need you Ayy, ooh, yeah Need you, yeah, they need you (Turn me up, turn me up) I got a thing for checks (Oh-oh) Check off a list of things I got, shit I got a thing for sex (Oh-oh) I got a thing for seein' the text before I read it back, dyslexic (Oh-oh) I got a thing later on, I'ma probably can't even hit you back, shit I got a thing for you and I guess you can't really get into that ish Complicated like a carrot and Nana, got that thang in my whip I got that bitch so bad you'll cry for me if she ever did dip Ooh, Ceviche, fuck what he say Me, her, her we do that threeway, okay, okay Free bass, we charge for treble Heat up and tip the kettle She want the tea on me Her lip done touched my bezel Fuck 'round and juke the devil Spin move Spin move Spin move Midnight in the dark, I'm with your body Is it cool if I end it? Let me know if it's alright Always cooler in midnight In the dark I'm with your body Is it cool if I end it? Let me know if it's alright Oh, you're a blessing How could you forget this? In every way you tell me, I'm okay When you know I'm not You know I'm not You know I'm not You know I'm not, yeah

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Ayy, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, my niggas riding my city understand us See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up They can't call us bandits no more Same hood, same corner store But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water I'm one of five, she the only daughter She ain't used to sharing, I ain't used to caring Let's play truth or dare 'Cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite I'ma go lights out, Black Dynamite Smoke one, that I might I'm on my night job, always knew how to play these cards of mine Fuck rap, we seen harder times Jump back like Vinny Carter prime I'm on mine I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Aye, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, y'all niggas jivin', I'm back up in position Earnhardt, I'ma catch some nigga slippin' Burn hard on a track and get to whippin' I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention? For my nigga with the pass to get the flip in Boy that trap is a accurate description I'm on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner '010 niggas thought he was a gonner He ducked shots, now it's "Bas, we gotta phone her" I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and Won't tell you 'bout no Basquiats don't want 'em Nigga word to Selassie, I'm zonin' I'm on my night job Got old niggas tryna bite 'cause they can't capture The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dash's Nicorette, that's patchwork That ain't better than your last work Cigarette, let the ash burn Omen said don't worry 'bout the last word I'ma hit the gas swerve on 'em, skrrr Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated Now she on my FaceTime and, my nigga, she just masturbated Fuck a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty How many rappers I killed? Counted at least 40 Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me I'm horny like that Coltrane album A Love Supreme, that's Cole fav' album Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album Lately, silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me They've been loving me this whole time My only adversary was my own mind Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09 With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all Fuck your co-sign, that nigga can't fuck with Cole neither Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether to eat ya We gotta heat for niggas, keep reachin' If these bullets was heat-seeking they wouldn't even reach you niggas I'm on my

I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey Hey It took me all day to find some inspiration It just hit me like a ton of bricks, no renovation Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation And they say that's flattering, but I ain't flattered at all Matter fact y'all need to practice that more See my man Nate asked me if I gained weight I said, "Nah, my pockets got fatter, that's all" Money was an issue, but now that that's solved I ball, I ball, like Kobe in the fall Put trophies on wall, rather trophies on my mantle Dog my shows be off the handle, take the proceeds go to gamble Ha! Bet it on black and pray, I quadruple my salary If I win, maybe then I could pay Sallie Mae Told her I be dealin' with some real-life shit She be askin' when?, bitch! When I feel like it Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Uh, turn up the 808's for me Back when I was starvin' no one made a plate for me Now I do it big and that's my day-to-day story I got the type of shit that make a hater say sorry Bitch, I made this in the crib, watchin' Belly Eatin' peanut butter jelly, what the fuck the niggas tell me They say I'm takin' long, I tell 'em patience is a virtue I'm goin' all out and bitch I never had a curfew See, when you're spittin' so real Suddenly these phony niggas lose they appeal Got 'em feelin' like my niggas when they lose, they appeal Then it's back to the cell, back to the hell At times, I watch the news and see they talkin' 'bout diplomacy And they ain't got a clue my niggas ain't got they diplomas, see Rappers show me love, I wonder what it could be I think they scared of me, and they should be Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Okay, we outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here We outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey

Yeah, what's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed (yeah), most likely twist my weed (yeah) Most likely to get money doin' somethin' I believe Most likely put the city on my back it ain't heavy (ain't heavy) Most likely got the people goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (in the Mercury) Push the 300 (push 300) like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin', if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) Yeah-yeah, set up the future for my heirs, this shit ain't cheap Know it's a dirty, dirty game, but bitch, on me, you better not cheat Shawty a deep, shawty a freak, whatever I want, gold on my feet Down to my last, I was fucked up, I was down bad like cornrow Meek See, hoochies pop coochies for Gucci And models will swallow for Prada But bitch, I don't even want that shit If I feel like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this, I'm lit What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) What up kinfolk? What up twin? What the hell they say happened to 10? Man, I heard he got locked up again I been meanin' to talk to him And say the streets don't play no games So pray for safety All he gon' say is, "Okay-okay" But he steady bangin' like the 808s Say your boy is breakin' the bank I should hire my boy on a day-to-day That's the way he could stay out the way Sanitation, we stay out the wastes Sunset, he wanna stay at the one Get a woman, run away to L.A. where the devils waiting And the hoochies pop pussy for Pucci And robbers be robbin' the robbers I see the evil is in disguise, all of my idols already died I took a flight and I took a drive Made a left, hit the light and this lil' guy said- What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Boy, you look thirsty (need some water?) Shit, a nigga been workin' Shit, a nigga been hustlin' Shit, a nigga been hurtin' Shit, a nigga been strokin', bitches been squirtin' My flow pullin' out, the opposite of early Nigga been wipin' up dookie and burpin' I was with the toolie right on my person I be on Southside swervin', goin' like a fly route (that's my baby) Moms on the grind, goin' hard, look at my child Pop set the bar with the Yak in the gar' When my new shit drop, you can all quit your jobs now Fuckin' on the thot, and she give the best top, wow Backshot, pound, dog her out like a Chow Chow Waterworld, hustle 'til the whole world drownin' And her grandmama got found at the water fountain Ridin' 'round with the 5% tint on the Crown Vic G's move in silence Rather make moves than announcements See a opportunity and pounce it You at the red light surrounded Better go 'head with the clout shit You gon' regret when you doubted You know you left when we was down bad, sleepin' on couches Ha, should've fucked around and found out What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed (yeah-yeah), most likely twist my weed (yeah-yeah) Most likely to get money (yeah-yeah), doin' somethin' I believe (yeah-yeah) Most likely put the city (yeah-yeah) on my back it ain't heavy (yeah-yeah) Most likely got the people (yeah-yeah), goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (in the Mercury) Push the 300 (push 300) like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin', if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) Yeah, me, I been layin' low Peepin' this shit from a distance and checkin' this chicken, no GMOs These niggas look rich but they broke, got me playin' poor Please don't get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic Whole lot of homes And I ain't even put up the tour but it sold out already I'm General Tso how a nigga is breaded I'm gettin' it now and shit is pathetic They only respect when you talkin' your shit I ain't really that nigga to toot his own horn But today, look, I'm honkin' this bitch No more Off-Season, it's capital B on my car season If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself lookin' at me Then you're stargazin' Don't be dappin' with me if your heart shakin' Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches There's too many bags, I can't do the math, bitch, I need a statistician I think I might enter the draft, boy, I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons Y'all niggas Planet Fitness, I don't panic, no-no Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold They can't fuck with me and I stand on that quote That's never gon' change like Santa Claus clothes I know a young man wanna stand on my throat But I never hate, I'm a fan of lil' bro But bro got a long way to go If he think that he ever gon' catch up with Cole What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break)

My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail I just came up on some grey 12's Great health, cheers to that Do this shit for Queens got my ears to that They hate us but, not more they hate theyselves I guess that they gotta motivate theyselves We can never correlate, you will never see my plane Right in front of you but your vision is so plain I see it more vivid, seen it all, did it 'Round these fake fucks still keep it authentic, granted Give or take fucks, how your measures rate us Damn it, you'll never understand it And even though I'm so lit I've seen the cards handed and I replayed mine Hell, yeah, I'm on tilt But I'm never off handed, gotta keep good time Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail Listen when you get a blessing you don't ask why You just pass forward, and fast forward All my niggas from the hood got a passport And them girls already know we ain't ask for it Said she from the hood but her ass foreign Drive a Malibu but her gas foreign Her aspirations I can't relate with But I'm like a ghost 'cause my ass tourin' Burn holes in all my clothes But I got merch and this cash for it Glass floors and no ceilings How I wish we could both feel it For all the ones gone 'cause I miss your breathing Any y'all saw came any y'all part Gotta race cars Penny my thoughts, nah, this shit premium Bas Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail And everything'll follow, won't you Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you Free your mind and everything'll follow won't you Free your mind and everything'll - Cole My nigga just made bail Tell the good Lord, we gon' raise hell We gon' pop off, like a fake nail Take the top off and get ill, get ill, get- My nigga just made bail Tell the fucking mayor he got hate mail Less shakedowns and more Shakespeare Please, all these niggas don't care Prepare for the new shit, that Cole is the truth shit Nigga this is Lu shit, nigga this is Bas shit Meaning this some true shit, telling you shit 'Bout the crew, how we do shit, who sick? And, tell my niggas in the two-six in the coupe I'ma kick back smoke a pool stick This for my new chick trying get fit say she too thick Ain't no such thing as too thick, what you wanna be a toothpick? What you wanna get your cooch licked? Well, I'm tryna get my flute played If we the new slaves I am Frederick Douglass of rhetoric ahead the the others You motherfuckas better get free This for that insecure girl, your name I won't mention On Instagram straight flickin' Bitch, you a nipple slip away from strippin' Might as well, get your clientele up, you a pioneer Them girls fuck for free, I'm never buying there Save that shit for the D.R I rock crowns and these niggas rock tiaras or tiaras 'Cause I'm Pete Carroll, left college and I fucked the pros up Guess it ain't luck when the luck just shows up Like every verse on the spot, shit is never rehearsed You heard it first, Bas I swear to God, Cole world We doin' it out here, in the UK fool! Y'all ain't ready, I got Bas the Genius over there I got DJ Dummy downstairs I swear to God we doing this shit We gon' take on the world Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you, won't you