of me Won't you cure my tragedy Won't you cure my tragedy Don't take her smile away from me She's broken and I'm far away Won't you cure my tragedy
t move Screaming at the moon Another past time Your name Like ice into my heart Everything as cold as life Can no one save you? Everything As cold as
whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour When we hit the sick, I'm the cure We 'bout to pop it off so
I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not scared Sucka, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in
it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J. Cole - Verse 1] Hey Cole World, real cold World I watch it
Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin' your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps You try to run, that makes it even more fun I just cold
Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down You've got too much talent I see you through those bloodshot eyes There's a cure, you've found it Slow motion,
Lil Wayne] Now let me talk my shit! Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish Weezy F bitch I can say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I
haulin' a heavy load You've got the cure, you hold the key You've got the remedy Once I was blind, now I see You got the remedy You've got the cure,
's nothing left to burn I've run right out of thoughts and I've run right out of words As I used them up, I used them up Yea, the fire is almost cold
finally found all your courage To let it all go Remembering You fallen into my arms Crying for the death of your heart You were stone white So delicate Lost in the cold
'm bleeding And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me Will bring you back to me You're a dirty needle You're in my blood and there's no curing
When I start movin', you see a blur Get hooked on me, baby, there ain't no cure I've always been able to laugh at fate Two brown eyes filled with hate
I want to learn what life is for I don't want much, I just want more Ask what I want and I will sing I want everything, everything I'd cure the cold
you wish you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class luncheon Food they're serving, you're stone-cold
my mark like initials carved In an old oak tree, you wait and see Maybe I'll write like Twain wrote Maybe I'll paint like Van Gogh Cure the common cold
soul In this mind of mine Can your touch turn me cold? Make my glitter shine? In my blood, in my soul In this mind of mine Can your touch turn me cold
Is there a cure for this pain Maybe I should have something to eat But food wont take this emptiness away I'm hungry for you my love Well, I made it