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

(How high)

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

[J. Cole - 1]
Visionary your position, no missionary
But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I
You listening to the most like the Pope on dope
Now that
My poetry's now fish for that
Only real catch something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's read in braille
Both did the crime but his homie tell
So he f-cking bitches he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking well, what the 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 play the like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, pick your own
Climb your own or you dig your own hole
Sit crying thats like sitting round dying
You wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out

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

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

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the unfurl
My niggas hit the trees like
Tryna get a nut with your
Think I need to quit 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the ganja's ya
You need ya armour cause them niggas out tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon you out that Honda
For that marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to smiling
But right now I'm high to probably steal a plane
Man, just look at me, if I couldn't read?
Would you the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I to look happy
been a long time coming
Tell my nigga me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, once in a blue
When the tention gets thick than there's to do
Through the windows of my soul, open the
My eyes get shut but I 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 threw man?
I understand, you frustrated career going how you planned
Make it worse, you're friends, now they talk rap
All you hear is "J this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your projects to take all
I know weak heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World is your worst fear
I'm you n-ggas and I'm only in first gear
I'm serving you niggas this is the first beer
12 months from now, be having the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a raps
like a mummy
But I'mma yo' ass up
like your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's with ya girl this is J

How
How
How high,
How high,

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