How High

What's love got to do, got 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?)



What's love got to do, got 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



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*ggas catch something, phoney n*ggas fail

Sh*t you gotta feel like it's only read in braille

Both did the crime but his homie didn't tell

So he f*cking b*tches while he sitting lonely in a cell

Thinking well, what the hell I been on

They gave a n*gga 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 ass woman

Life is a movie, pick your own role

Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole

You sit around crying that's like sitting round dying

You wanna touch the sky b*tch you figure out flying



[Hook]

N*gga how high? so high that I could touch the sky

How sick? so sick that I could f*ck yo' b*tch

N*gga please, my squad stack plenty of G's

And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees



N*gga how high, so high that I could touch the sky

How sick? so sick that I could f*ck yo' b*tch

N*gga please, my squad stack plenty of G's

And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees



Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl

My n*ggas hit the trees like squirrels

Tryna get a nut with your girl

Think I need to quit trying 'fore some n*gga out there try to hit mine

Karma for the karma sutra

A lot calmer when the ganja's through ya

You need ya armor cause them n*ggas out here tryna shoot ya

Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon' snatch you out that Honda

For stashing that marijuana

Yes, ya honor, I feel ashamed

I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal again

In your courtroom wylin', 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*gga roll me up something



[Hook]

N*gga how high? so high that I could touch the sky

How sick? so sick that I could f*ck yo' b*tch

N*gga please, my squad stack plenty of G's

And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees



N*gga how high, so high that I could touch the sky

How sick? so sick that I could f*ck yo' b*tch

N*gga please, my squad stack plenty of G's

And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees



No I don't smoke, maybe once in a blue

When attention 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, your 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*ggas and I'm only in first gear

I'm serving you n*ggas 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*cking funny

Grade A dummy, sleeping on a n*gga raps

Something like a mummy

But I'ma wake yo' ass 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