Drum n Bass Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full Drum n Bass lyrics by J. Cole from the album The Fall-Off along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus]
Now get the fu*k up out my face, what you talm ’bout
I got too much on my plate and I know you can’t relate
They show love, but it be fake, fu*k you talm ’bout
S*it be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake
N!ggas tote that Drum n’ bass, what you talm ’bout
So you better know yo’ place, stay inside ’cause it ain’t safe
B!tch, I’m outside with the eights, fu*k you talm ’bout
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1]

You hear my words, but don’t got no clue ’bout who I really am
From shark infested waters, phrases like that make me sound harder and more ruthless, but the truth is that I merely swam
Out thе stolo, semis blam willy-nilly
Over killy grams, n!ggas selling rock likе Steely Dan
While the world spins like whirlwinds, out of control
How does the soul find a thorough cleanse, when all of this cold water flows Has for sure been contaminated with sin
Planted in the latest of trends
Stranded in this land of the antiquated ways of the men
Standed in the state of revenge, seeking a way to defend
Reputations because the names are actually greater than them
Life is a trip, you can’t predict the random way that it ends
Bullets travel straight through the skin, like gamma-rays in the wind
My greatest of wins came when I annotated my gems
The s*it I write so fire, I got my hand afraid of my pen, uh

[Chorus]
Now get the fu*k up out my face, what you talm ’bout
I got too much on my plate and I know you can’t relate
They show love, but it be fake, fu*k you talm ’bout
S*it be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake
N!ggas tote that Drum n’ bass, what you talm ’bout
So you better know yo’ place, stay inside ’cause it ain’t safe
B!tch, I’m outside with the eights, fu*k you talm ’bout
Tell me what sense do it make, coming back when you escape

[Verse 2]
Quiet is kept, I feel the vibe of the whole city so tired and stressed from getting fed a steady diet of death
Mothers crying on steps, while porch lights shine down on a giant that now forms on the grown as she wept
Families surrounding her, providing her best attempt at consoling her
Prayers and words of faith, coming out of their breath
Turning to the Lords ironic at a time when these young n!ggas so violent, they’ll let off at God in a flesh
My mind is a mess, conflicted, ’cause their energys wicked
They need to impress at a high while their guidance is less
And while I feel powerless to change the power that is, of part of me is yelling loud as s*it “You ain’t trying your best”
Too busy selling out arenas and flying on jets
Life on cloud nine and I can’t deny it, I guess
I’m living my dream, my life is my childhood wish
The guilt that comes along with that is decided to the rest of the planet, I pray you get to see it across the Atlantic
Tonight, I stepped out with my n!ggas and felt the organic nostalgia that arouses when I’m with the rest of the bandits
Obsessed with talking ’bout the b!tches we s*x to be landed that always used to pop when we was younger
Shook hands with n!ggas I hadn’t seen for several Septembers
Gave hugs to women I only vaguely remembered
The way their fingers caressed in my back was giving me signals
Like you may enter
Liquor and forming my agenda straight and arrow for a while, but tonight I’m on a bender
And my retina antennas are scanning the club intently
For the girl I wanted and almost had before the Bentley
But evidently, when you’re the greatest rapper of the century
You’ll get another shot, the club was starting to get too hot
So I stepped outside for a breather, that very moment, I seen her
She had the glow of Aaliyah, while I control my demeanor and said

[Break]
(Oh s*it, that’s Cole right there) Damn, what’s good, how you been
(Ay, Cole, what’s good, bro)
(Ay, lemme uh, lemme holla at you for a second, bro) Yeah, that’s cra— yo, one second, bro, one sec, I got you
Yeah, that’s crazy, that’s crazy, I was wondering, like, I ain’t know if I was gon’ see you or what, I was— yo, one second, bro, I got you
(Oh word?)
I’m just talking’ to her, right now
(Oh, aight, aight)
Hell yeah
We gon’ see ’bout that
You gon’ be here for a minute? Aight

[Chorus]
Now get the fu*k up out my face, what you talm ’bout
I got too much on my plate and I know you can’t relate
They show love, but it be fake, fu*k you talm ’bout
S*it be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake
N!ggas tote that Drum n’ bass, what you talm ’bout
So you better know yo’ place, stay inside ’cause it ain’t safe
B!tch, I’m outside with the eights, fu*k you talm ’bout
Tell me what sense do it make, coming back when you escape