J. Cole - Friends lyrics

[J. Cole:] Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today [kiLL edward:] I got thoughts, can’t control Got me down, got me low Rest my mind, rest my soul When I blow, when I blow Am I wrong, let them know Feels so right to let things go Don’t think twice, this is me This is how I should be [J. Cole:] But I’m aggravated without it My saddest days are without it My Saturdays are the loudest I’m blowing strong Some n***as graduated with powder I dabble later, I doubt it My database of narcotics It’s growing long But I’m aggravated without it My saddest days are without it My Saturdays are the loudest I’m blowing strong Some n***as graduated with powder I dabble later, I doubt it My database of narcotics It’s growing long I wrote this sh** to talk about the word addiction To my n***a – I hope you listening I hope you listening This is for the whole f**ing ‘ville I hope you’re listening Smoking medical grade, but I ain’t got perscription All the way in Cali where they ain’t got precipi- -Tation, feeling like the only one that made it And I hate it for my n***as ’cause they ain’t got ambition f** did you expect, you can blame it on condition Blame it on crack, you can blame it on the system Blame it on the fact that 12 got jurisdiction To ride around in neighborhoods that they ain’t ever lived in Blame it on the strain that you feel when daddy missing Blame it on Trump sh**, blame it on Clinton Blame it on trap music and the politicians Or the fact that every black boy wanna be pimpin’ But they only got twelve slots on the Pistons Blame it on the rain, Milley Vanille with the disk skip What I’m tryna say is the blame can go deep overseas Just to blame ’em all I would need like twenty CD’s There’s all sorts of trauma from drama that children see Type of sh** that normally would call for therapy But you know just how it go in our community Keep that sh** inside it don’t matter how hard it be Fast forward, them kids is grown and they blowing trees And popping pills due to chronic anxiety I been saw the problem but stayin’ silent ’cause I ain’t Jesus This ain’t no trial if you desire go higher please But f** that now I’m older I love you ’cause you my friend Without the d** why won’t you be comfortable in your skin I know you so I know you still keep a lot of sh** in You running from yourself and you buying product again I know you say it helps and no I’m not trying to offend But I know depression and drug addiction don’t blend Reality distorts and then you get lost in the wind And I done seen the combo take n***as off the deep end One thing about your demons they bound to catch up one day I’d rather see you stand up and face them than run away I understand this message is not the coolest to say But if you down to try it I know of a better way Meditate Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate Don’t medicate, medicate, don’t medicate, medicate Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate Don’t medicate, medicate, don’t medicate, medicate [kiLL edward:] I got thoughts, can’t control Got me down, got me low Rest my mind, rest my soul When I blow, when I blow Am I wrong, let them know Feels so right to let things go Don’t think twice, this is me This is how I should be [J. Cole:] Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today Cop another bag of smoke today