How High Lyrics - J. Cole

Whats love got to do, go to do with it 

I get a little taste then I'm through with it 

Then I send it right back to you with it 

(How high) 

Whats love got to do, go to do with it 

I get a little taste then I'm through with it 

Then I send it right back to you with it 

[J. Cole - Verse 1] 

Visionary play your position, no missionary 

But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke 

You listening to the most high like the Pope on dope 

Now picture that 

My poetry's deep now fish for that 

Only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail 

Shit you gotta feel like it's only read in braille 

Both did the crime but his homie didn't tell 

So he f-cking bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell 

Thinking well, what the hell I been on 

They gave a nigga five then they threw another ten on 

By the time I'm back on the streets like a bachelor 

I gotta play the clubs like an old ass woman 

Life is a movie, pick your own role 

Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole 

Sit around crying thats like sitting round dying 

You wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out flying 

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[Chorus] 

Nigga how high, so high that I could touch the sky 

How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo' bitch 

Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of G's 

And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees 

Nigga how high, so high that I could touch the sky 

How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo' bitch 

Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of G's 

And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees 

[J. Cole - Verse 2] 

Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl 

My niggas hit the trees like squirrels 

Tryna get a nut with your girl 

Think I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine 

Karma for the karma sutra 

A lot calmer when the ganja's through ya 

You need ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya 

Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda 

For stashing that marijuana 

Yes, ya honour, I feel ashamed 

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I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again 

In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to keep smiling 

But right now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane 

Man, just look at me, what if I couldn't read? 

Would you throw the book at me 

What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy 

It's been a long time coming 

Tell my nigga roll me up something 

[Chorus] 

[J. Cole ] 

No I dont smoke, maybe once in a blue 

When the tention gets thick than there's nothing to do 

Through the windows of my soul, open the blind 

My eyes get shut but I open my mind 

How high, la la la la 

How high, hey hey hey 

How high, yeah yeah yeah yeah 

How high, la la la la 

Is that a shot that you threw little man? 

I understand, you frustrated career aint going how you planned 

Make it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap 

All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that" 

It must be hard for your projects to take all that 

I know your weak heart gotta break off that 

Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst fear 

I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in first gear 

I'm serving you niggas this is only the first beer 

12 months from now, you'll be having the worst year 

No tears for the haters, I'm still counting money 

Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking funny 

Grade A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps 

Something like a mummy 

But I'mma wake yo' ass up 

Something like your mommy on school day 

I smoke two l's with ya girl this is Cool J 

How high 

How high 

How high, yeah 

How high, yeah 

Whats love got to do, got to do with it 

I get a little taste then I'm through with it 

Yeah I send it right back to you with it