Исполнитель: J.Cole

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Песня: Heaven‘s EP
(I'm working on dying)
Yeah, yeah!
Gotta have a space, yeah, gotta have a space,
Knahmean?
(She belong to the streets)
Freedom, knahmean?
Uh, space to get this shit off, yeah,
Yeah, get this shit off my mind, off my chest.
Yeah, knahmean?
Yeah!

With every record I be askin' the masses to tune your hearts to me,
I represent intelligent niggas that grew up harshly,
But lately I've been questionin', second guessin', whether or not I've got something to offer since I done eluded poverty.
Or has the money watered me down? That truth is hard for me
Like the second time I got cut from the junior varsity,
Fightin' back tears, I promised to switch gears
And said to myself, "Whatever you do, you won't do it partially!"
From this day forward, I move with a new ferocity,
Ferrari coupe velocity, a fail proof philosophy,
Success is in the effort, so if a nigga tried his hardest,
I'm at peace knowin' God ain't deal it in this group of cards for me.
Some people say that I'm runnin' third, they threw the bronze at me,
Behind Drake and Dot, yeah, them niggas is superstars to me,
Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of my luminosity,
So when you see me on red carpets, I'm movin' awkwardly,
Posin' all nervous, afraid of the judgement,
And the thought of showin' too much of my day is repugnant,
I be keepin' my kids away from the gaze of the public
'Cause these days, it feel like hate is they favorite subject.
Fuck it, attitude like a young O'Shea with a AK
Aimed at your brain, violate, and I bust it,
I don't play when it come to family, that's one thing I refuse,
Pimpin' they kids out for views to just to be in the news,
Could never be me, I piss in the celebrity tea,
God with me on this record, this is Heaven's EP,
The tales official, the best nigga breathin', it just failed to hit you,
You couldn't tell 'cause you fell for the bells and whistles;
And that's an area I don't excel,
I'm from the 'Ville where young girls talk grown as hell,
That's raw, never saw one person go to Yale,
But every nigga that I know done gone to jail
At least once, provin' we the ones police hunt,
For the pains, we smoke three blunts the size of tree trunks,
Too much hunger, it's no wonder these niggas can't keep up,
So sayin' "Yes" to a feature just means I'm 'bout to eat lunch, bitch!
I'm goin' for it, no never shall he punt,
I'm the one and you can be sure, speakin' of beachfront,
I'm kickin' my feet up while I write this in somewhere tropical,
Supposed to be relaxin', this passion makes that impossible, mm.

Supposed to be relaxin', this passion makes that impossible.

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Райский мини-альбом

(Я практикуюсь в умирании)
Да-да!
Нужно место, да, должно быть место,
Втыкаете, о чём я?
(Она принадлежит улицам)
Свобода, втыкаете, о чём я?
Угу, место, что сбросить груз с души, ла,
Да, выбросить из головы и с души...... [открыть перевод]

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