J. Cole - How High lyrics

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 [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 n***as catch something, phoney n***as fail sh** you gotta feel like it’s only read in braille Both did the crime but his homie didn’t tell So he f**ing b**hes while he sitting lonely in a cell Thinking well, what the hell I been on They gave a n***a 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 a** woman Life is a movie, pick your own role Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole Sit around crying that's like sitting round dying You wanna touch the sky b**h you figure out flying [Chorus] n***a how high, so high that I could touch the sky How sick, so sick that I could f** yo’ b**h n***a please, my squad stack plenty of G’s And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees n***a how high, so high that I could touch the sky How sick, so sick that I could f** yo’ b**h n***a please, my squad stack plenty of G’s And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees [Verse 2] Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl My n***as hit the trees like squirrels Tryna get a nut with your girl Think I need to quit trying ‘fore some n***a 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 n***as 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 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 n***a roll me up something [Chorus] No I don't 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 ain't 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***as and I’m only in first gear I’m serving you n***as 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 ain't dropping, that's real f**ing funny Grade A dummy, sleeping on a n***a raps Something like a mummy But I’mma wake yo’ a** 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 What's 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