[00:00:00] Whats love got to do, go to do with it [00:00:05] I get a little taste then I’m through with it [00:00:08] Then I send it right back to you with it [00:00:10] (How high) [00:00:11] Whats love got to do, go to do with it [00:00:16] I get a little taste then I’m through with it [00:00:18] Then I send it right back to you with it [00:00:22] Visionary play your position, no missionary [00:00:24] But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke [00:00:27] You listening to the most high like the Pope on d**e [00:00:29] Now picture that [00:00:30] My poetry’s deep now fish for that [00:00:32] Only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail [00:00:35] Sh*t you gotta feel like it’s only read in braille [00:00:38] Both did the crime but his homie didn’t tell [00:00:40] So he f-cking b**ches while he sitting lonely in a cell [00:00:43] Thinking well, what the hell I been on [00:00:45] They gave a ni**a five then they threw another ten on [00:00:48] By the time I’m back on the streets like a bachelor [00:00:51] I gotta play the clubs like an old a** woman [00:00:54] Life is a movie, pick your own role [00:00:56] Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole [00:00:59] Sit around crying thats like sitting round dying [00:01:02] You wanna touch the sky b**ch you figure out flying [00:01:05] Ni**a how high, so high that I could touch the sky [00:01:08] How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo’ b**ch [00:01:10] Ni**a please, my squad stack plenty of G’s [00:01:13] And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees [00:01:16] Ni**a how high, so high that I could touch the sky [00:01:19] How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo’ b**ch [00:01:21] Ni**a please, my squad stack plenty of G’s [00:01:24] And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees [00:01:27] Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl [00:01:30] My niggas hit the trees like squirrels [00:01:32] Tryna get a nut with your girl [00:01:34] Think I need to quit trying ‘fore some ni**a out there try to hit mine [00:01:37] Karma for the karma sutra [00:01:39] A lot calmer when the ganja’s through ya [00:01:41] You need ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya [00:01:44] Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda [00:01:47] For stashing that marijuana [00:01:49] Yes, ya honour, I feel ashamed [00:01:51] I broke the law but look I’ll never smoke or steal again [00:01:54] In your courtroom wylin’ out, I don’t mean to keep smiling [00:01:57] But right now I’m high enough to probably steal a plane [00:01:59] Man, just look at me, what if I couldn’t read? [00:02:02] Would you throw the book at me [00:02:03] What if I’m feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy [00:02:06] It’s been a long time coming [00:02:08] Tell my ni**a roll me up something [00:02:10] Ni**a how high, so high that I could touch the sky [00:02:13] How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo’ b**ch [00:02:16] Ni**a please, my squad stack plenty of G’s [00:02:18] And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees [00:02:21] Ni**a how high, so high that I could touch the sky [00:02:24] How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo’ b**ch [00:02:27] Ni**a please, my squad stack plenty of G’s [00:02:29] And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees [00:02:32] No I dont smoke, maybe once in a blue [00:02:35] When the tention gets thick than there’s nothing to do [00:02:38] Through the windows of my soul, open the blind [00:02:40] My eyes get shut but I open my mind [00:02:43] How high, la la la la [00:02:46] How high, hey hey hey [00:02:49] How high, yeah yeah yeah yeah [00:02:51] How high, la la la la [00:02:54] Is that a shot that you threw little man? [00:02:56] I understand, you frustrated career aint going how you planned [00:03:00] Make it worse, you’re friends, now when they talk rap [00:03:02] All you hear is “J Cole this” and “J Cole that” [00:03:05] It must be hard for your pride to take all that [00:03:07] I know your weak heart gotta break off that [00:03:10] Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst fear [00:03:13] I’m burning you n-ggas and I’m only in first gear