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Jason Cole
Jason Cole
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Lyrics

Yo I know I've been gone a while But I'm glad I came back A lot of things changed I am up all damn night Trying to make up for lost time, but Yeah The rap code's a hard one to crack But I'm putting on the pressure like a gun to the back Rapping to my own shit now I'm on the attack Going for it on fourth down now I'm not punting it back Got my eyes wide open I'm surveying the scene I'm coming undetected like your data got breached Thought you had the full deck but there's an ace up my sleeve Y'all forgot where Cole was and now you're taking some heat That's an OK beat but where'd the hell the bars go? Sounds like you mailed it in on a plane to Mar-a-Lago (Shit's lazy) Your best friends are couch and Roku I'm on the come up while you just fall down go boom I'm high up in the trees looking down on your business You're running low on money but your image is riches? Intelligence gathering I'm on a secret mission Got my head down, lights off, keys in ignition And now I'm rolling through your hood and I don't care Yo, I'm on your grid Y'all wanna ask where I'm going, I'm like nowhere Better watch your six Middle of the damn night and I'm not even fatigued In big headphones like walking off a bus with the team Blasting beats like no neighbors to worry 'bout But now my iPhone's telling me to turn 'em down? My sleep's gone to shit I stopped hitting the gym scene Doing nothing but piss cause I'm hitting the Jim Beam Then Covid came along and I started to binge drink Can't focus on one thing like I'm watching a split screen "You having any withdrawal?" The clinician asks I said I cancelled my cable so no more Cinemax This a bad feeling I got, wish I could send it back (It's a wrap) Like E. coli in your digestive tract (It's a trap though) Some dudes told me I lacked flow So I turn around and show ass like it's a sag show (Assholes) What can I say? I put the work in Like some virgins on the 'Gram searching for twerk clips I'm the wordsmith, only took ten years to resurface But came back and I regained some purpose A rare breed night owl so you best preserve this Here's a housewarming gift I'm dropping off some bird shit Rolling through your hood and I don't care Better come to grips Y'all wanna ask where I'm going, I'm like nowhere Yeah
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