J. Cole "High for Hours" lyrics

High for Hours

This is called being high as shitFor hoursThat’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the waysThey came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slavesJustified it using what Christianity would sayReligion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the wayThat’s why ISIS is in crisisBut in reality this country do the same shitTake a life and call it righteousRemember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedlyIn a hotel lobby after a showWas noticing these white ladies watching CNNCovering the actionThey read the headline and then they all started clappingAs if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzerI stood there for a second watch them high five each otherFor real? I though this was thou shalt not killBut police still letting off niggas in the VilleClaiming that he reached for a gunThey really think we dumb and got a death wishNow somebody’s son is laying breathlessWhen I was a little boy my father lived in TexasPulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was LexusPut my bag in his trunk and headed off for DallasOut their for the summer feeling just like I was AliceLost in the wonder land where niggas still sufferingJust like they was back home and that’s wrongSo now its fuck the government, they see my niggas strugglingAnd they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wannaThe type of shit that make you wanna let goThe type of shit that make you wannaThe type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see himThinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see himFeeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folksThinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nopeRaised my hand and asked a man a question‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the presidentWhat’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my driftHe look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swiftHe broke the issues down and showed me he was well awareI got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother caredBut dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?He said there’s things that I wanna fixBut you know this shit nigga, politicsDon’t stop fighting and don’t stop believingYou can make the world better for your kids before you leave itChange is slow, always has been, always will beBut fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill meChange is slow, always has been, always will beBut fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill meYou feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)The type of shit that make you wanna let goThe type of shit that make you wannaThe type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heartTake a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apartSee the people at the top, they get to do just what they wantTill after while the people at the bottom finally get smartThen they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitutionFuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?I used to think it was to over throw oppressorsSee, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greedBut see, it’s not that simpleI got to thinking bout the history of human natureWhile this instrumental, playThen I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the wayBefore you trip and throw a fit over these words I sayThink about this shit for second, you heard the wayThe children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out coldThat’s called a cycleAbused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understandLook at the power, but you know what power does to manCorruption always leads us to the same shit againSo when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you sayingWhat good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ doThe only real revolution happens right inside of youI saidWhat good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ doThe only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)The type of shit that make you wannaThe type of shit that make you wanna let go

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