Neighbors

J. Cole

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    I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
    Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
    Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope

    Yeah, I don't want no picture with the president
    I just wanna talk to the man
    Speak for the boys in the bando
    And my nigga never walkin' again
    Apologize if I'm harpin' again
    I know these things happen often
    But I'm back on the scene
    I was lost in a dream as I write this
    The team down in Austin
    I been buildin' me a house
    Back home in the South, ma
    Won't believe what it's costin'
    And it's fit for a king, right?
    Or a nigga that could sing
    And explain all the pain that it cost him
    My sixteen should've came with a coffin
    Fuck the fame and the fortune—well, maybe not the fortune
    But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'
    That's why I moved away, I needed privacy
    Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
    Students that's recruited highly
    Thinkin': You do you and I do me
    Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yard
    My niggas stand outside and pass cigars
    Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard
    Thankful that they friend's a platinum star
    In the driveway there's no rapper cars
    Just some shit to get from back and forth
    Just some shit to get from back and forth
    Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure
    We'll help you if you've felt too insecure
    To be the star you always knew you were
    Wait, I think police is at the door

    Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
    Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
    The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm
    (Don't follow me, don't follow me)
    I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
    (Don't follow me, don't follow me)
    I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
    Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
    Well, motherfucker, I am

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    Some things you can't escape; death, taxes, and a racist society that make every nigga feel like a candidate
    For a Trayvon kinda fate, even when your crib sit on a lake
    Even when your plaques hang on a wall
    Even when the president jam your tape
    Took a little break just to annotate
    How I feel, damn it's late
    I can't sleep cause I'm paranoid
    Black in a white man territory
    Cops bust in with the army guns
    No evidence of the harm we done
    Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang
    Only time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damn
    Don't follow me, don't follow me
    Don't follow me, don't follow me

    Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
    Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
    The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm
    (Don't follow me, don't follow me)
    I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
    (Don't follow me, don't follow me)
    I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
    Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
    Well motherfucker, I am

    I am, I am, I am, I am
    Well motherfucker, I am
    I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
    I am, I am, I am
    Well motherfucker, I am
    So much for integration
    Don't know what I was thinkin'
    I'm movin' back to Southside
    So much for integration
    Don't know what I was thinkin'
    I'm movin' back to Southside

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    Composición: Ronnie Foster, Elite y J Cole

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