J. Cole - Bunce Road Blues (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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J. Cole - Bunce Road Blues (en) Lyrics
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All of y'all niggas is pussy,
you shoot at the opps
and run from the cops
And I don’t get it, I ain't
suggesting you fire your
weapon at 12, but hell
Why in the fuck do we feel that
niggas that's lookin' like
us who deserve to be killed?
Meanwhile, Capitol Hill been
makin' it easy for them
to go stuff us in cells
I ain't no preacher, for real,
I just like to cut on the mic
and start lettin' it spill
And I've been leavin’ a trail,
you play all my albums and
find you a letter revealed
This a suicidе note, come
herе, look what I wrote,
I’m 'bout to kill myself
Fuck J. Cole, I don’t even want this
role, wanna rebuild myself
Tuck my pole under the driver's seat,
nigga, don't try to reach
I'll bust a hole right in your frontal
lobe, that’s a lobotomy
Two months ago, I was on Bunce
Road, nigga done spotted me
Said, "What's up, Cole?
Nigga, I love you, bo"
He said he proud of me,
that touched my soul
Wasn't too long ago that I was over
here at Seventy-First Middle
Had my very first little girlfriend that
would let me get a feel or two
Back then, it was considerable,
enough to 'void the ridicule
But come another year or two
"Boy, you better be fuckin' on
somethin'," my mama ain't never
even give me no rubbers
Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on
was somethin' I had to discover
All on my own, y'all know the song
I probably been singin'
this shit for too long
Pardon me if I've been soundin' like
some broken record, I come from
the brokest of homes, shit
I come from the brokest of homes (Will
you be around when I'm ready?)
It's seven o'clock on the
dot, I'm in my drop-top
Cruisin' the streets that I grew up in
I didn't think the same back then
Sayin', "Oh, how we changed,
" my nigga, that's when
The pistols go pop, bodies drop,
they got the block blocked
It's the police, we ain't see nothin'
I just roll up my weed
and get to puffin'
And lay back in my seat,
oh yes, I'm numb again
Finding you lose when you
choose to neglect
The roots that we grew
to protect us, oh
The sun has been blinding lately, mm
One day, you find when
your light's out
You always were a bright star to me
Even the times the world didn't say so
One in the morning
If the walls where you once talked,
would they 'fess up?
I'm scared of the tales
they'll tell us
Much better if I ignore
Steady
Will you be around when I'm ready?
I'd rather you go and be happy
But I don't wanna leave you alone, no
Yeah, I'm steady
But love might be gone
when you're ready
I should move on and be happy
But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh
Love is a mountain-climb for you
Throw you a line, I could pull you
Scared I wouldn't grasp for long,
but my hold is strong for you
How many ways must I profess?
Gunshot to your head, die for me
Hey, how can I let you go?
Have mercy, it's broken
I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!