More songs by J. Cole
Description
Vocalist, Producer: J. Cole
Producer: T-Minus
Producer: Vinylz
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Steve Bilodeau
Producer: Wu10
Producer, Composer Lyricist: FNZ
Composer Lyricist, Additionalproducer: Coleman
Recording Engineer: Kuldeep Chudasama
Recording Engineer, Composer Lyricist: Jermaine Cole
Recording Second Engineer: Michael Deano
Recording Second Engineer: Stephen Trischitta
Recording Second Engineer: Greg Truitt
Mixing Engineer: Juro "Mez" Davis
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Composer Lyricist: Tyler Williams
Composer Lyricist: Kelvin Wooten
Composer Lyricist: Anderson Hernandez
Composer Lyricist: Willie Hutch
Lyrics and translation
Original
A spaceship lands on Mars
Halfway to the stars, halfway to the stars (halfway to the)
I wanna be where you are
It seems we're worlds apart
It seems we're worlds apart (we're worlds apart)
Once in a while, I'll feel myself
Drifting off to somewhere else
Floating past Orion's Belt
Still, there's something I can't help
We were in a world before (I know we was, I know we was together in another life)
Together in the bed, I'm surе (it's the only way I can really explain how I feel insidе)
As sure as one could ever be (it's like, no matter how bad I wanna go, I-)
That explains your hold on me (I find a way to stay)
Back then (it's been like that)
Back then (maybe it'll always be like that)
Back then (I don't know)
Back then
Back then
I'm gold to you
(Love, gravitational, some'n cosmic)
(Universal, metaphysical)
(Unexplainable, just feel it)
I'm gold to you
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Gold to you
Let's stop playin' in the middle
Let's stop runnin' around
Let's stop playin' in the middle
Let's stop runnin' around
Let's stop playin' in the middle
Let's stop runnin' around
Let's stop playin' in the middle
Let's stop-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck what you heard, bitch
Fuck what you heard, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck what you heard, bitch
Fuck what you heard (fuck what you-)
Never in my life did I think I'd see the day (the day)
That niggas wanna play with my name, but okay
I'm goin' back in (who's goin' back in?)
I'm goin' back in (who's goin' back in?)
Let me go back in (let him go back in)
I'ma go back in (he's goin' back in, I'ma go in)
Let me go in, let me go in
Let me go in, let me go in (boom-boom)
Let me go in, let me go in
Let me go in, let me go in (boom-boom)
Let me go in, let me go in
Let me go in, let me go in (boom-boom)
When niggas act like they don't know, you gotta show 'em (you gotta)
I'm pleased to report after many attempts, I climbed out from the mouth of the gritty abyss
The antonym of "idiot", who witty as this?
My mindframe has been trained with NVIDIA chips
My rhymes are like shrines for the city I miss
Where, in time, I found beauty in the hideousness
My tongue can set fire to some
Inspire the young, or put a hickey on the titty of the prettiest bitch
I'm number one, you gettin' the gist?
Anything lower, you better reconsider your list
Play my song when I'm gone, I'ma still be a myth
Even God gon' wonder, "How the fuck did he exist?"
I mean, could he have just slipped through the cracks?
Ain't let a nigga into Heaven so I went through the back
And when I entered, I saw a old friend that I dapped
He said, "Please, nigga, kick one of the infinite raps"
Okay, I flip on tracks long as the beat is on fire
My grip on rap stronger than needle-noes pliers
So, kick on back and enjoy the fresh sound
The best round of Black gettin' rich off rap
I'm from the town where they zip raw packs
We've never seen a trampoline, but a brick? You could flip off that
Well, damn, try to compete, but they just fall flat
Lot of these weak niggas peak where I lift off at
I never trick off racks, I stack what I attract
The money talks to me, and they lack the dialect to reply back as I crack the fire axe
Light refracts when the half-Black messiah raps, uh
Fayettenam,, where they strapped like Iraq
The narcs in the trap with the knack to hire rats
A man's dead 'cause the feds slapped the wiretap
His dawg had his back, so they whacked the chiroprac'
Chemically imbalanced, drippin' style in gallons
I write schemes in my dreams just for the challenge
Woke up in ice-cold sweats 'cause the flows I chose next are like both sets of Bowflex, uh
Hold your breath for the prose I profess
Cole the G.O.A.T, fresh like juice that's cold-pressed
No rest to those who oppose, I don't stress
Rap niggas gotta be in Vogue to pose threats, uh
They don't compare, they're more like Kotex
I'm droppin' niggas off at the door like coat checks
Hold check, I told you they ain't ready to hoop
Them niggas regular, I'm 93 Unleaded, the truth
Hot out of the booth, now I'm lookin for my lil' Betty Boop, cute
Pardon me, shawty, I been out of the loop
Too many lies to refute, but I gotta rebuke
They tryin' to put my neck inside of a noose, it's not happenin'
(Boom-boom)
(Boom-boom)
Never in my life did I think I'd see the day
Where niggas wanna play with my name, but okay
The children that survive the lows and highs, the real will never die, we multiply
The history you're told is mostly lies
You say you want the truth? Well, close your eyes