Singer: J. Cole
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Song: Bunce Road Blues
J. Cole - Bunce Road Blues Lyrics (LRC Advanced) (05:10-310-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:27.90]All of y'all niggas is pussy, you shoot at the opps and run from the cops
[00:30.90]And I don’t get it, I ain't suggesting you fire your weapon at 12, but hell
[00:34.30]Why in the fuck do we feel that niggas that's lookin' like us who deserve to be killed?
[00:37.60]Meanwhile, Capitol Hill been makin' it easy for them to go stuff us in cells
[00:41.00]I ain't no preacher, for real, I just like to cut on the mic and start lettin' it spill
[00:44.50]And I've been leavin’ a trail, you play all my albums and find you a letter revealed
[00:48.00]This a suicidе note, come herе, look what I wrote, I’m 'bout to kill myself
[00:52.00]Fuck J. Cole, I don’t even want this role, wanna rebuild myself
[00:55.40]Tuck my pole under the driver's seat, nigga, don't try to reach
[00:58.90]I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe, that’s a lobotomy
[01:02.30]Two months ago, I was on Bunce Road, nigga done spotted me
[01:05.70]Said, "What's up, Cole? Nigga, I love you, bo"
[01:08.10]He said he proud of me, that touched my soul
[01:10.30]Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Seventy-First Middle
[01:14.20]Had my very first little girlfriend that would let me get a feel or two
[01:17.90]Back then, it was considerable, enough to 'void the ridicule
[01:21.40]But come another year or two
[01:23.10]"Boy, you better be fuckin' on somethin'," my mama ain't never even give me no rubbers
[01:26.40]Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was somethin' I had to discover
[01:29.80]All on my own, y'all know the song
[01:31.50]I probably been singin' this shit for too long
[01:33.30]Pardon me if I've been soundin' like some broken record, I come from the brokest of homes, shit
[01:37.50]I come from the brokest of homes (Will you be around when I'm ready?)
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[01:50.30]It's seven o'clock on the dot, I'm in my drop-top
[01:53.90]Cruisin' the streets that I grew up in
[01:57.40]I didn't think the same back then
[02:00.30]Sayin', "Oh, how we changed, " my nigga, that's when
[02:03.70]The pistols go pop, bodies drop, they got the block blocked
[02:07.70]It's the police, we ain't see nothin'
[02:10.60]I just roll up my weed and get to puffin'
[02:14.00]And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again
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[02:47.20]Finding you lose when you choose to neglect
[02:51.20]The roots that we grew to protect us, oh
[02:56.40]The sun has been blinding lately, mm
[03:01.50]One day, you find when your light's out
[03:04.90]You always were a bright star to me
[03:08.50]Even the times the world didn't say so
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[03:14.00]One in the morning
[03:16.30]If the walls where you once...........
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