Whether I win or lose
Here I go again
I hail from the state of J Cole
Live fast die young I never wanna grow old
Flow's flawed really no need just to poke holes
This a soul beat and I guess I'm just an old soul
Way back when Justin had them corn rows
Or way back when public houses had to foreclose
Oh we got love for the poor folks
Then why the US keep the door close
Corruption real I just don't know how to tear it down
But to shed light all you need to do is air it out
If something's on your chest, need to let it out
If you switched sides hey can you hear me now
Young man out the city of Queens
Seeing my dreams in the light I been bidding on me
Got the chips on the table, me and Princeton are the pocket of Kings
Ain't got pockets like Kings tho, we working on that
So we sitting and spitting mixing working on tracks
Cause it's coming soon just sit back relax
See but it's hard to relax, we coming through like two wolves in the pack
Jokes aside though there's danger in the city
Gunshots violence, an epidemic in the city
Young kids want a pilly, they wanna be like lil something
Flexing like they got biddies, wanna get a couple billies
Think that'll bring em fame, maybe it will until their body can't hang
Overdosed by the idea of who's promoting it damn
Mothers cry cause they lost their little kiddie
It's a cold world out there feel it get a little chilly
PRINCETON - Here I Go Again (feat. Eddie Lo) Lyrics
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Whether I win or lose
Here I go again
I hail from the state of J Cole
Live fast die young I never wanna grow old
Flow's flawed really no need just to poke holes
This a soul beat and I guess I'm just an old soul
Way back when Justin had them corn rows
Or way back when public houses had to foreclose
Oh we got love for the poor folks
Then why the US keep the door close
Corruption real I just don't know how to tear it down
But to shed light all you need to do is air it out
If something's on your chest, need to let it out
If you switched sides hey can you hear me now
Young man out the city of Queens
Seeing my dreams in the light I been bidding on me
Got the chips on the table, me and Princeton are the pocket of Kings
Ain't got pockets like Kings tho, we working on that
So we sitting and spitting mixing working on tracks
Cause it's coming soon just sit back relax
See but it's hard to relax, we coming through like two wolves in the pack
Jokes aside though there's danger in the city
Gunshots violence, an epidemic in the city
Young kids want a pilly, they wanna be like lil something
Flexing like they got biddies, wanna get a couple billies
Think that'll bring em fame, maybe it will until their body can't hang
Overdosed by the idea of who's promoting it damn
Mothers cry cause they lost their little kiddie
It's a cold world out there feel it get a little chilly
Here I go again
I hail from the state of J Cole
Live fast die young I never wanna grow old
Flow's flawed really no need just to poke holes
This a soul beat and I guess I'm just an old soul
Way back when Justin had them corn rows
Or way back when public houses had to foreclose
Oh we got love for the poor folks
Then why the US keep the door close
Corruption real I just don't know how to tear it down
But to shed light all you need to do is air it out
If something's on your chest, need to let it out
If you switched sides hey can you hear me now
Young man out the city of Queens
Seeing my dreams in the light I been bidding on me
Got the chips on the table, me and Princeton are the pocket of Kings
Ain't got pockets like Kings tho, we working on that
So we sitting and spitting mixing working on tracks
Cause it's coming soon just sit back relax
See but it's hard to relax, we coming through like two wolves in the pack
Jokes aside though there's danger in the city
Gunshots violence, an epidemic in the city
Young kids want a pilly, they wanna be like lil something
Flexing like they got biddies, wanna get a couple billies
Think that'll bring em fame, maybe it will until their body can't hang
Overdosed by the idea of who's promoting it damn
Mothers cry cause they lost their little kiddie
It's a cold world out there feel it get a little chilly
Writer: Edgar Lobeira, Ryan Essick
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