"Groundhog Day" lyrics
(J. Cole Response)
I know since I got my deal and shit got real
I ain't been the easiest nigga to deal with
I'm heavily flawed!
But far from a false prophet
I'm a mo'fucking honorable Folarin
Cassius, Muhammad, McGregor, Conor of these rap artists
Why you talking?
Mo'fucking Groundhog's Day
The most highly underrated of my generation
Behind them crooked smiles niggas neglect to embrace me
Respect is in order now, my liquor is more to y'all
You throwing little shots, we catching some cases
Lot of niggas hate to love me or they love to hate me
Labeled as reckless and crazy by my record label
Doctors say it's bipolar disorder, he diagnosing me wrong
It's obviously depressing counting blue faces
Hey, here go that real shit
Battling anxiety and privately them Percocets
Purchased like 30 of them, murdered them in like 30 hours
Weight of the world on my shoulders bet I military press
I remember me and Cole would open for Hov
Every day a star is born, I guess I died in the womb
I ain't make it on Blueprint, so made me a blueprint
You got you a nice watch, my minutes was finished
I was lost at Interscope
Contemplating on copping a block from Benning Road
Thoughts of suicide 'cause who gon' want you alive
When niggas you used to ride with cry with all that high shit
Talking down in they interviews, I ain't forget that Scott
Only difference is I didn't get no sympathy calls to get back up
I just heard a song about me on a hip-hop blog from a kid I know
Some niggas say a hip-hop god
It hit home 'cause there's some truth, this I know
This a cycle, I get psycho when shit get dark
Boy when shit get dark
Like Laurene Powell I've gotten married to a job
I drop my jewels, spit my bars, I get mine off, I be pissed off
Should get more props but still I
Pimp hard, drink hard liquor to forget my thoughts
Push 3 buttons I make the joint spin, Balrog (hey)
Hoes say I'm the realest, most hated on Twitter
Not to cause a situation
But what side of my biracial friends call me they nigga?
Forget it, I'm jih tripping
But my skin is made of chocolate, a copper's bullets is diabetic
My mind busy, I'm sad daily though I deal with it
My therapist terrible, I'm a terrapin, mellow trembling
Real subtle though
Tell them niggas SHINE coming, they in trouble though
I love my brother though, I love my brother though
That's why it's rest in peace to Tommy, we still bumping Cole
And they say
For as the sun shines on candle mass day
So far will the snow swirl until May
For as the snow blows on candle mass day
So far will the sun shine before May
Now in layman's terms that means
All you naysaying, instigating, player hating
Niggas be safe though
I'm on my way to Raleigh so grateful for that inspiration
I'll see you at the game bro
Ralph
I ain't been the easiest nigga to deal with
I'm heavily flawed!
But far from a false prophet
I'm a mo'fucking honorable Folarin
Cassius, Muhammad, McGregor, Conor of these rap artists
Why you talking?
Mo'fucking Groundhog's Day
The most highly underrated of my generation
Behind them crooked smiles niggas neglect to embrace me
Respect is in order now, my liquor is more to y'all
You throwing little shots, we catching some cases
Lot of niggas hate to love me or they love to hate me
Labeled as reckless and crazy by my record label
Doctors say it's bipolar disorder, he diagnosing me wrong
It's obviously depressing counting blue faces
Hey, here go that real shit
Battling anxiety and privately them Percocets
Purchased like 30 of them, murdered them in like 30 hours
Weight of the world on my shoulders bet I military press
I remember me and Cole would open for Hov
Every day a star is born, I guess I died in the womb
I ain't make it on Blueprint, so made me a blueprint
You got you a nice watch, my minutes was finished
I was lost at Interscope
Contemplating on copping a block from Benning Road
Thoughts of suicide 'cause who gon' want you alive
When niggas you used to ride with cry with all that high shit
Talking down in they interviews, I ain't forget that Scott
Only difference is I didn't get no sympathy calls to get back up
I just heard a song about me on a hip-hop blog from a kid I know
Some niggas say a hip-hop god
It hit home 'cause there's some truth, this I know
This a cycle, I get psycho when shit get dark
Boy when shit get dark
Like Laurene Powell I've gotten married to a job
I drop my jewels, spit my bars, I get mine off, I be pissed off
Should get more props but still I
Pimp hard, drink hard liquor to forget my thoughts
Push 3 buttons I make the joint spin, Balrog (hey)
Hoes say I'm the realest, most hated on Twitter
Not to cause a situation
But what side of my biracial friends call me they nigga?
Forget it, I'm jih tripping
But my skin is made of chocolate, a copper's bullets is diabetic
My mind busy, I'm sad daily though I deal with it
My therapist terrible, I'm a terrapin, mellow trembling
Real subtle though
Tell them niggas SHINE coming, they in trouble though
I love my brother though, I love my brother though
That's why it's rest in peace to Tommy, we still bumping Cole
And they say
For as the sun shines on candle mass day
So far will the snow swirl until May
For as the snow blows on candle mass day
So far will the sun shine before May
Now in layman's terms that means
All you naysaying, instigating, player hating
Niggas be safe though
I'm on my way to Raleigh so grateful for that inspiration
I'll see you at the game bro
Ralph
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Jacob Brian Dutton
