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Enchanted Lyrics - Friday Night Lights - J. Cole

Yea, this is where the 

Yea, this is where the fathers ain't living 

At least not with us 

Might see em round the city and won't even say wassup 

When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors 

And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error 

Just a small time nigga, big city hustle 

Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell 

These were our heroes, strictly for them zero's 

For that Robert Deniro, niggas reload on them kilo's 

Dodgin them people, 

Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell 

Shawty smole crack and her boyfriend too 

Sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do 

Pull up to the club where the boys went too 

See that yellow tape and the boys in blue 

A nigga on a strecther and though I never met ya 

I'm thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya 

Man, don't let the city get ya 

Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler 

If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue 

 

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Your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya 

(We miss ya) 

 

Come with me, 

Run quick see, what do we have here 

Now, do you wanna ride or die 

La dadada, la la la la 

 

Come with me, 

Run quick see, what do we have here 

Now, do you wanna ride or die 

La dadada, la la la la 

 

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Yea, let's see God 

I know you only do what's best for me 

But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny 

They always tellin' me it's temporary 

Than why it's feelling like a cemetary 

My dreams ain't got no obituaries 

My city hurting and none of us were equiped here 

You heard me say I was ballin' 

I probably make tears 

I'm trying to get clear 

I'm tryna quit fear 

Who wrote the scripts here 

These kids live there whole life just killing time 

Running the race with no finish line 

They tryna noose us with they ropes 

But I'm tryna climb 

I think my foolish pride might become my suicide 

But I ain't tryna go, no baby 

And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope 

Cause I ain't dying 

My words gon' last forever, 

 

You can hold the treasure 

Look inside you can see a diamond in my mind 

I'm tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping they nose clean 

Is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen 

 

I think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green 

Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings 

(No kings, no kings) 

 

Come with me, 

Run quick see, what do we have here 

Now, do you wanna ride or die 

La dadada, la la la la 

 

Come with me, 

Run quick see, what do we have here 

Now, do you wanna ride or die 

La dadada, la la la la 

 

It seems like niggas either feel ya or they try and kill ya 

I face the sky and hope to God ain't acting unfamiliar 

You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar 

They tell me that it's God's will, I'm asking God will ya 

Heal a nigga from all this pain, momma smoking cocaine as it rains out 

Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side 

Where they rock with them thangs out 

To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out 

But will it change, it's like niggas is free but our minds still in the chains 

Brothers killing eachother, the blood spill it's a shame 

Will it ever slow up 

Alot of niggas getting older but they never grow up 

And do they son's like they fathers did and never show up 

Don't even cry about it, just another episode of life 

Watch the season nigga no re-runs 

The devil buying soul's nigga no refunds 

Man, don't let the city get ya 

Fuck the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler 

If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue 

Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya 

Another day, another song, a mother prays 

Another gone 

But still we play like ain't nothing wrong 

Like ain't nothing wrong 

Cause ain't nothing wrong 

I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall 

But before I pass 

I gotta ball 

I gotta ball 

I gotta ball 

Nigga I gotta ball 

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