J. Cole - Everybody Dies (Eyez) lyrics

[Hook: J. Cole] Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this [Verse 1: J. Cole] Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these n***as trippin’ Ego in charge of every move, he’s a star And we can’t look away due to the days that he caught our hearts He’s falling apart but we deny it Justifying that half a** sh** he dropped, we always buy it When he tell us he a genius but it’s clearer lately It’s been hard for him to look into the mirror lately There was a time when this n***a was my hero, maybe That’s the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take ‘Cause I believed him when he said his sh** was purer and he The type of n***a swear he real but all around him’s fake The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men Nobody with the balls to say something to contest him So he grows out of control into the person that he truly was all along, it’s starting to show, damn Wonder what happened Maybe it’s my fault for idolizing n***as based off the words they be rappin’ But come to find out, these n***as don’t even write they sh** Hear some new style bubblin’ up, then they bite the sh** Damn, that’s what I get for lyin’ to myself Well f** it, what’s more important is he’s cryin’ out for help While the world’s eggin’ him on, I’m beggin’ him to stop And playin’ his old sh**, knowin’ he won’t top it False prophets [Hook: J. Cole] Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la…) False prophets Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets [Verse 2: J. Cole] I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that’s been had By all the legends So every time I see him, he stressin’ Talkin’ ’bout, n***a’s don’t f** with him, the sh** is depressin’ And I know he so bitter he can’t see his own blessin’s God damn n***a, you too blind to see you got fans n***a And a platform to make a cla**ic rap song To change a n***a life, but you too anxious livin’ life Always worried ’bout the critics who ain’t ever f**in’ did it I write what’s in my heart, don’t give a f** who f**in’ with it But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great Turns into an obsession and keeps a n***a up late Writin’ words, hopin’ people observe the dedication That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred Do I do it for the love of the music or is there more to me? Do I want these n***a’s to worship me? False prophets [Hook: J. Cole] Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la…) False prophets Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets [Verse 3: J. Cole] These rappers insecure They talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain’t even sure ‘Bout who they are and why they do this Guess I’m included in that category As a n***a who done had the glory My highest moments come from tellin’ all the saddest stories I’ve seen in my life, I be fiendin’ to write songs that raise the hair on my arms My lowest moments came from tryin’ too hard To impress some n***as that couldn’t care for more Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out I care nothin’ bout opinions I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish This is dedicated to the ones who listen to me on some faithful sh** I’m on some thankful sh** But the real God is in you, not the music you coppin’ I hear my old sh** and I know I can top it False prophets [Hook: J. Cole] Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la…) False prophets Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets [Outro: J. Cole] Haha, you heard him, he said it Fire, fire We good bro Yo thank you man, hell yeah