J. Cole - Revenge Of The Dreamers (Lyrics - Paroles)

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J. Cole - Revenge Of The Dreamers (Lyrics - Paroles)

J. Cole - Revenge Of The Dreamers (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Verse 1]

I’m in the zone this year, it’s all fire, nigga check my attire

Your worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year

No application, I’m higher this year

This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah

I knew about you, bitch I knew about you

Came up on a good nigga, he ain’t have a clue about you

Tried to tell that nigga, don’t trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga

But you live and you learn

On these road to riches niggas bound to miss a few turns

Don’t let the bridges that you cross turn into bridges you burn

You’re bound to miss a few turns

Don’t let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you don’t hear me

Look, ayo I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the piers

Reflect on my pain and shit on my fears

Should I feel an ounce of guilt that I outdid all my peers?

Or write my name in the sky and show them niggas I’m here?

This one is for the history books, picture me shook or failin’

This is revenge of the dreamer

Misery took a million of my niggas’ hopes from ‘em, don’t even know some ‘em

No more, the coke numbed ‘em, no suicide notes from ‘em

They killin’ theyselves, slowly killin’ theyselves

Five iPhones dropped, my nigga still in the cell

He said he found God, shit, I doubt it, to each his own

Whatever keeps you strong to get up out it, we need you home

Cause see a war’s goin’ on outside, I ’bout cried

When that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock

Sick and tired of hopin’ it’ll stop

This pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and break out
[Hook]

Got what you want, I got what you need

My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out!

Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins

And ye’ ain’t real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga

Fuck what you think, cause if your shit don’t stink

Nigga my shit won’t sink, cause it can’t, I break out!

I gotta break the fuck up outta here

Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins

And ye’ ain’t real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
[Verse 2]

War stories, got tour stories

Pop four whores on the top floor stories

Niggas know, every verse is worth a brick of blow

Just a seven figure nigga got the game in figure four

I know at times I’m hypocritical, you niggas dig it though

I fuck until my dick be sore, leave bitches walkin’ pigeon toe and break out!

On to the next bitch, homie

Your new chick, that’s my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I’m still logged in her Netflix, homie

Just make sure she cook you breakfast, homie

Her bacon slimmin’ but her eggs get runny, funny

So many bombs, you’d think Flex get money, from me

Cole world but my neck get sunny

Now I don’t fuck around with hoes from reality shows

Or blow up dolls, cause I don’t like havin’ sex with dummies, love me

No disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations

While trapped in this God-forsaken nation

Shit, but since we makin’ conversation

I’ve been thinkin’ me and you would make a bangin’ combination

I know that you mad, I know what I said

But my dick be arguin’ with my head, all you with the bed, well if so let’s break out!
[Hook]

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