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letra de a thousand pages - jari$

[intro: drake & j. cole]
(i’m working on dying)
said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me
it’s like home to me (she belongs to the streets)
it’s like home to me, i tatted your passport up
now it’s lookin’ like a arm sleeve
just know that was all me
yeah (know what i mean?)
yeah –

[verse 1: j. cole]
with every record i be asking the masses to tune your hearts to me
i represent intelligent n-ggas that grew up harshly
but lately i’ve been questioning, second guessing
whethеr or not i’ve got something to offer sincе i done eluded poverty
or has the money watered me down? that truth is hard for me
like the second time i got cut from the junior varsity
fightin’ back tears, i promised to switch gears
and said to myself “whatever you do, you won’t do it partially”
from this day forward, i move with a new ferocity
ferrari coupe velocity, a fail proof philosophy
success is in the effort, so if a n-gga tried his hardest
i’m at peace knowing god ain’t deal it in this group of cards for me
some people say that i’m running third, they threw the bronze at me
behind drake and dot, yeah, them n-ggas is superstars to me
maybe deep down, i’m afraid of my luminosity
so when you see me on red carpets, i’m movin’ awkwardly
posin’ all nervous, afraid of the judgement
and the thought of showin’ too much of my day is repugnant
i be keepin’ my kids away from the gaze of the public
cause these days, it feel like hate is they favorite subject
f-ck it, attitude like a young o’shea with a ak
aimed at your brain, violate, and i bust it
i don’t play when it come to family, that’s one thing i refuse
pimpin’ they kids out for views to just to be in the news
could never be me, i p-ss in the celebrity tea
god with me on this record, this is heaven’s ep
the tales official, the best n-gga breathing, it just failed to hit you
you couldn’t tell ’cause you fell for the bells and whistles
and that’s an area i don’t excel
i’m from the ‘ville where young girls talk grown as h-ll
that’s raw, never saw one person go to yale
but every n-gga that i know done gone to jail
at least once, provin’ we the ones police hunt
for the pains, we smoke three blunts the size of tree trunks
too much hunger, it’s no wonder these n-ggas can’t keep up
so saying “yes” to a feature just means i’m ’bout to eat lunch, b-tch
i’m goin’ for it, no never shall he punt
i’m the one and you can be sure, speaking of beachfront
i’m kickin’ my feet up while i write this in somewhere tropical
supposed to be relaxin’, this passion makes that impossible, mm
[chorus: drake]
how much i gotta spend for you to pipe down? (pipe down)
how deep i gotta dig for you to pipe down? (pipe down)
all the things i’ve done up until right now (right now)
i need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
writing down these feelings, it’s been overdue (overdue)
don’t know how many pens it’s gonna take to get over you
how much i gotta pen for you to pipe down? (pipe down)
how deep i gotta dig for you to pipe down?

[break: jari$]
how much i gotta pen for this sh-t?
been writing constantly and there’s no tellin’ when i’ll stop
fill a stack of books with these verses, feel me?
a thousand pages type sh-t, yeah i done wrote it
just so much to say, you know?
anyway, check me out –

[verse 2: jari$]
ayo, man down, told you i can’t drown
i done walked a thousand miles to get to this d-mn crown
remember when i told you that, i would always be so around
working through all that bullsh-t, been making myself proud
yeah they said that they would ride, but where the f-ck are they now?
had to clear the smokey mirrors to see who was still around
ain’t no one else’s reflection, cold soul, relentless
just a – real artist who moves and speaks so intrinsic
not some corny wannabe who be spittin’ sh-t that be worthless
rapping ‘bout that pain when they ain’t never known what hurt is
“you earned this” is just another phrase i’m never hearin’
but the hate that i receive is secretly just endearment
i’m takin’ this the game over, i’m closer, trust me i’ll show ya
keep it real at all times, sh-t i’m even the same sober
certified lieutenant but y’all just be the same soldiers
see i’m only twenty-two, but my mind is way older
not too easily fooled, we givin’ out jewels and gems
keep it cool you know the rules with them
flawless is how we comin’, i got the juice with pens
i proved it then, that i could keep up with the rounds and paces
if i could write my emotions, i would need a thousand pages
time be wasted, if you don’t love what you doin’ for real
finally stopped f-cking around and made this music for real
i used to lip sync “billionare”, now i’ma do it for real
yeah –
[chorus: drake]
how much i gotta spend for you to pipe down? (pipe down)
how deep i gotta dig for you to pipe down? (pipe down)
all the things i’ve done up until right now (right now)
i need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
writing down these feelings, it’s been overdue (overdue)
don’t know how many pens it’s gonna take to get over you
how much i gotta pen for you to pipe down? (pipe down)
how deep i gotta dig for you to pipe down?

[outro]
baby, pipe down
ooh, ooh, ooh

- jari

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