feat. James Fauntleroy
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Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal
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If I die today, my nigga, was it business? Was it personal?
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Should this be my last breath? I'm blessed 'cause it was purposeful
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Never got to church to worship Lord but please be merciful
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You made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive
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Know you chose me for purpose I put my soul in these verses
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Born sinner, was never born to be perfect
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Sucker for women licking their lips and holding these purses
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Back when we ran the streets who would think we grow to be murderers
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Teachers treated niggers as if they totally worthless
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And violent, and hopeless
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I saw but never noticed that the college point is right to be
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Or that you can be bosses
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Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don't know if this is the realest shit I wrote
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But know the realest nigga wrote this
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And signed it, and sealed it in an envelope and knew one day you would find it
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And knew one day you'd come back and rewind this, singing
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I'm a born sinner
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But I got better tonight, swear
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You were always where I needed you to be
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Whether you were there or not
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I was born a sinner
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But I lived better than that
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If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care
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Yeah, this music shit is a gift
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But God help us make it 'cause this music business is a cliff
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I got a life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist
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She screaming 'don't let me slip'
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She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips
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True when I told you 'you the only reason why I don't flip and go insane'
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My roof in the pouring rain
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You knew me before the fame, don't lose me the more I change, no
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Just grow with me, go broke you go broke with me
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I smoke you gonna smoke with me
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Woman's curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse
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I go Bobby you go with me, damn
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Listen here, I'll tell you my biggest fears
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You the only one who knows them
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Don't you ever go expose them
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This life is harder than you'll probably ever know
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Emotions I hardly ever show
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More for you than for me
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Don't you worry yourself
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I gotta do this for me
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They tell me life is a test but where's a tutor for me?
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Pops came late I'm already stuck in my ways
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Ducking calls from my mother for days
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Sometimes she hate the way she raised me but she love what she raised
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Can't wait to hand her these house keys with nothing to say
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Except
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I'm a born sinner
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But I got better tonight, swear
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You were always where I needed you to be
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Whether you were there or not
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I was born a sinner
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But I lived better than that
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If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care
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I'm a born sinner
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But I got better tonight, swear
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You were always where I needed you to be
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Whether you were there or not
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I was born a sinner
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But I lived better than that
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If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care
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Born Sinner
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| J. Cole |
