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Whats got to do, go to do with it
I get a little then I'm through with it
I send it right back to you with it

(How high)

Whats got to do, go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm with it
Then I send it back to you with it

[J. Cole - 1]
Visionary play position, no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the I spoke
You to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture
My poetry's deep now fish for
Only real niggas catch something, phoney fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's only read in
Both did the but his homie didn't tell
So he f-cking bitches while he lonely in a cell
well, what the hell I been on
They gave a nigga five they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets like a
I gotta the clubs like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, your own role
Climb own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying thats like sitting dying
You wanna touch the sky bitch you out flying

Nigga how high, so high I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo'
Nigga please, my squad plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got of trees

Nigga how high, so high that I could the sky
How sick, so that I could f-ck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my squad plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got of trees

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the of the world unfurl
My niggas hit the trees squirrels
Tryna get a nut your girl
Think I need to trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour cause them out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that
For that marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel
I broke the law but look never smoke or steal again
In your wylin' out, I don't mean to keep smiling
But now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man, just look at me, what if I couldn't
Would you the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look
It's a long time coming
Tell my roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe once in a
When the tention gets than there's nothing to do
Through the windows of my soul, the blind
My eyes get but I open my mind

How high, la la la la
how high, hey hey hey
how high, yeah yeah yeah
How high, la la la la

Is that a shot that you little man?
I understand, you career aint going how you planned
it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J that"
It must be hard for your to take all that
I know weak heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole this is your worst fear
I'm burning you and I'm only in first gear
I'm serving you niggas this is only the beer
12 from now, you'll be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, thats f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a raps
Something a mummy
But wake yo' ass up
Something your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's ya girl this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

Whats got to do, got to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm with it
I send it right back to you with it