How High

What's love

Got to do, got to do with it? (Yeah)

I get a lil taste then I’m through with it

Then I send her right back to you with it (Ha ha), hey, how high?

(Hey) What's love (How high?)

Got to do, got to do with it? (How high?)

I get a lil taste then I’m through with it (How high?)

Yeah, I send her 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 ****

Now picture that, my poetry’s deep, now fish for that

Only real ****** catch something, phoney ****** fail

S**t you gotta feel like it’s only read in braille

Both did the crime but his homie didn’t tell

So he ****ing ******* while he sitting lonely in a cell

"Thinking well, what the hell I been on

They gave a ***** five then they threw another ten on

By the time I’m back in the streets like a bachelor

I gotta play the clubs with the old ass women"

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? *****, you figure out flying

*****, how high? So high that I could touch the sky

How sick? So sick that I could **** yo’ *****

***** please, my squad stack plenty of G’s

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

How high? So high that I could touch the sky

How sick? So sick that I could **** yo’ *****

***** 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 ****** hit the trees like squirrels

Tryna get a nut with your girl, think I need to quit tryin'

‘Fore some ***** out there try to hit mine

Karma for the Kama Sutra

A lot calmer when the ganja’s through ya

You need ya armour cause them ****** out here tryna shoot ya

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

For stashing that m*******a

Yes, ya honour, 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 ***** roll me up something

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

How sick? so sick that I could **** yo’ *****

***** please, my squad stack plenty of G’s

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

How high? so high that I could touch the sky

How sick? so sick that I could **** yo’ *****

***** 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 the tension gets thick then 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 pride just 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 ****** and I’m only in first gear

I’m serving you ****** 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, thats real ****ing funny

Grade A dummy, sleeping on a ***** raps

Something like a mummy

But I’mma 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