Die together accords par
J. Cole
J. Cole

N/A
Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
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Em
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Uh-
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Em
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Em
Em

uh, uh
Ayy
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Da- da, da (woo)
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Uh, huh
Verse 2
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Now I'm addicted to the shit like
it was nicotine
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The streets have got me
overdosin' on adrenaline
Like it was lean,
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promethazine, have I become a fiend?
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My nigga caught up with that girl,
this ain't no summer fling
Know what I mean?
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Can't use the phone 'cause
niggas listening
Them boys be talkin' shit, well,
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Em

bitch, I got that Listerine
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That pistol gleaming in the sun (what you say,
nigga?)
'Cause beef is interesting (the fuck you say,
nigga?)
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A quarter- pounder get a nig ga blown to smithereens (fuck you say,
nigga?)
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My mama asked me, what that drama
'bout? And I don't lie
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I said, a little bit of money
and a lotta pride
I swear to God,
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I cry when I look in my daughter eye
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I'm thinkin' if I die tonight,
I never taught her how to ride a bike
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Or how to fight if niggas
clownin' on her
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I gotta call my nigga Rallo from
around the corner
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He came up on a pound on Mary,
straight from California
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Let's blow an ounce and move the rest,
we bag it up, you do the rest
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Okay, I'm comin' over quick,
got hip for my nigga, this is it
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Don't know how he came up on
it, must've prolly hit a lick
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Now I don't ask no fuckin' questions
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All I do is take my blessings to the strip
Make her flip, no more struggling,
no more stressing
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'Cause my baby need some Pampers
and her daddy need a Buick
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Ain't no future for a felon and there
ain't that much more to it
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Why I do it? I feed my baby girl
and then we lie together
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I'm starin' at her, swear
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I hope we fuckin' die together
Verse 3
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Die together (Nina? Nina?)
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Die together (who loves you?)
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I swear, I hope we fuckin' die together
(daddy loves you)
Die together (one day, I'ma
buy you everything you want)
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Em

Die together
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die together (we're gonna
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have a big house)
(You're gonna have a big room)
Die together
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Die together (you're all I
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got in this world)
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I swear, I hope we fuckin' die togeth
er (Daddy gotta go find a real job)
Die together (I'ma drop
you off with Mommy)
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Die together (I'ma pick you up next week,
okay?)
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die together
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Three
Verse 4
in the mornin' and I'm wide awake,
yawnin'
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A couple pools got me zonin'
Somethin' telling me check
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my phone and I see a message
Five missed calls,
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they all from Rallo, right away I check it
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He stressin', he breathin' heavy,
tellin' me to call him ASAP
Em
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I dial him right back,
like, what the fuck goin' on?
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G

C
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He's goin' on about them trees that we sold
and how we need to get low
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Some niggas lookin' for us out here in
the streets 'cause they know
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That shit we sold ain't
belong to us
They wanna sing a song for us
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For fuckin' up they money,
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nigga say it won't be long for us
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I tell him, I ain't scared,
I ain't know it was theirs
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But if they talkin' like that,
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nigga, make sure that you strapped, click
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Hung up the phone as
I sat there alone
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Wishin' I could wipe the slate clean
with dreams of a home
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With picket fence and yard big
enough for Nina to roam
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Lord, tell me, is it too late to grow?
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I need to know (shit)
Few hours pass,
I need to go and pick my daughter up
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Her mama gotta work today
She tells me, Look for work
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today (please go find a job today)
I say, "Okay," I strapped the cutie
pie into the baby seat
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She love to spend the day with me,
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she startin' to learn the ABCs
I drive away and see my distant
future as a married man
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Way out in the suburbs with
no pistols and no worryin'
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One day, I'll send my baby girl
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to college where she'll find a man
And he gon' put a ring up on her hand
Verse 5
But I be damned
(Fuck you, fuck you) fuck, fuck, shit
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Fuck, let's go, let's go, let's go
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Fuck
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Ah, shit
Nina? Nina? Nina?
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Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Fuck

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