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January 28th Lyrics

By J. Cole

The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas, here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness

Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest, you knew that already
In terms of the greatest, I proved that already

And if you would like, I do it twice
I just sharpen my blade, for a minute became lost in my ways
This for my niggas that was tossed in the graves

Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts
And then get lost in the days
We used to play before your coffin was made

Just got the call nigga got caught with a stray
Hope he's okay
Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ

Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers
Who know a nigga far too well, and that's the danger
Know me better than I know myself

I rip a page out my notebook in anger
And let these thoughts linger, singing
Don't give 'em too much you