The Real Is Back...

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— J. Cole (@JColeNC) April 18, 2018

Was it me?

I can't seem to put my finger on it.
Baby, where you been or rather where you goin'?
We used to chill all the time.
I used to always write you rhymes.
There's a subtle difference between being ignored and actually not having time.
When you text me I always would reply.
Things ain't the same when I hit your line.
What changed, was it me?
Who's to blame, this crazy society?
I remember when that weapon of mass destruction between your thighs was mine.
One press of a button and we were at war.
I had these other broads waitin' in line.
Girl you had me to my core.
Should I elaborate more?
Or was what we once had a learning experience deleted?
One that we'll never have completed.

Yearning

Close your eyes if you can feel it.
I guarantee you are now a witness.
As the days get heated and stamina gets depleted your conversations are all that's needed.
Surviving the winter is just an obstacle.
Because making it out alone is often remarkable.
Everybody's catching cold cases.
That just makes for great excuses to see one another naked.
How long can you take it? Your soul is yearning for a greater situation. The dusk sky gives a great demonstration. On how to adapt and still make beauty. What do we want, I mean truly?
So many options.
So many follow up but can we stop them?
Wrong decisions are often shadowed by regret. Just don't send that text if you aren't prepared for what's next.

Notice it

I notice that we always catch each other's eye. Whether it's on purpose or it's by surprise.
I think we both know the thoughts going through each other's minds.
I walk by and I catch you smilin'.
Me and you need to get away on an island.
I know we have different backgrounds, but that shouldn't be a reason for us to back down.
The way you make me feel has me feelin' like a child now.
Butterflies like Michael, I'm sayin' prayers from the Bible.
Call me crazy but I'm far from psycho. When we talk you make my heart go real low.
I can feel it in my stomach.
What you servin' girl I want it. No leftovers to speak of or heat up. Promise I won't harm or mislead ya'. I got questions that I need to ask. When you see me do you think about your past? Did anyone ever do you bad? You don't have to worry anymore. This the great start you've been looking for.