J. Cole

"Tryna get some head from a mixed thing, big dreams showed up at the crib tryna bone And I ain't fuck yet 'cause her mama always home don’t let this little broad have herpes My nigga say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos Spiderman sheets, got her singing falsetto Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittle Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle My team major, we party like teenagers"

"I wanna fold clothes for you I wanna make you feel good Baby, I wanna do the right things they Feel so much better than the wrong things I said I wanna fold clothes for you There's no where I need to be, except right here with you Except right here with you Foldin' clothes, watching Netflix Help you relax, let you recline babe Then I should do it, cause Heaven only knows How much you have done that for me Now say, "I love you" it's the simple things"

"On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin' Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin' The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin' Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin' But the guns and the drug bars that y'all rely on Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'"