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a m a r i

J. Cole

7

Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, da-da

Off-Season

Let′s work, hey

Plottin' my escape, this game ridin′-ridin' faith

Got a couple M's hidin′ in the safe

Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith

I was doin′ 80 on the interstate

Tryna make it back before my class started

Country n- never seen a passport

'Til I popped off and got a bag for it

Now I′m at the Gardens sittin' half court

Watchin′ Jr. catch it off the backboard

'Ville n- never seen nothin′

'Cept a triple-triple bean jumpin'

Good-good leave a fiend crumpin′

Made it out, it gotta mean somethin′

Either you gon' hustle hard

A n- Uncle Sam got your a- re-enlisting

Two-six, murder scene pumpin′

Better leave it tucked, 'cause y′ain't dumpin′

Pow, pow, n-, he slumpy

12 comin', we ain't seen nothin′

Time change, n- ain′t rumblin' no more

Nah, what for? Hungry for more

If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumblin′

Bow-tie and I'm still munchin′

Big bag, never fear fumblin'

Want smoke? N- don′t choke

I'm a whole nico-nicotine company

Dreamville the only, not a Navy

How could you ever try to play me?

Kill 'em on a song walk up out the booth

Do the Westbrook rock-a-baby

I never fall out with the bro

Hate when your family turn into foe

We had a penthouse on the road

Interior decorated with the h-

Just like a multiple-choice getting chose

My n- like "Eenie, meenie, minee, moe"

Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless

Then we gon′ send ′em back pigeon-toed

Out of the concrete was a rose and windows was cold

Had to go over and stand by the stove

We from the Southeast, n- know

This where the opps creep real slow

Won't vote but they mob deep with the poles

I punch the time sheet, not no more

And now my assigned seat is a throne

Plottin′ my escape, this game ridin'-ridin′ faith

Got a couple M's hidin′ in the safe

Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith

I was doin' 80 on the interstate

Tryna make it back before my class started

Country n- never seen a passport

'Til I popped off and got a bag for it

Now I′m at the Gardens sittin′ half court

Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard

′Ville n- never seen nothin'

′Cept a triple-triple bean jumpin'

Good-good leave a fiend crumpin′

Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'

Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'

Made it out, it gotta mean somethin′

Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah