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

[J. Cole - 1]
Visionary play position, no missionary
But yet I Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You listening to the high like the Pope on dope
Now that
My poetry's now fish for that
Only real niggas catch something, phoney fail
Shit you gotta feel like it's only in braille
Both did the but his homie didn't tell
So he f-cking bitches while he sitting in a cell
Thinking well, the hell I been on
They gave a nigga then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the like a bachelor
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 the sky bitch you figure out flying

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

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

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the unfurl
My hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with girl
Think I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour cause niggas out here 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 never smoke or again
In your courtroom 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
you throw the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I to look happy
It's been a time coming
my nigga roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, once in a blue
When the tention gets thick 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 threw little
I understand, you frustrated career aint going how you
Make it worse, you're friends, now when they rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J that"
It be hard for your projects to take all that
I know your heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is your fear
I'm you n-ggas and I'm only in first gear
I'm serving you this is only the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking
A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps
Something a mummy
But I'mma 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,

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