J. Cole – Pass Me By (Feat. B.oB) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yea, yea, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1:J. Cole]
Dear Mrs. bill collecter
I know you're just doing your job, no mean to disrespect ya
But we were goin' through this thing since way back
I told you when I get the doe I will pay back

But I got problems baby (Yea if you only knew)
I got bigger problems baby

Hey, So why you talking bout the money that I owe like as if I didn't know, man it don't mean nothin' to me
Cuz' right now I got my lil boy cryin', and ma grandmother dying can you please stop fucking with me?
Listen here I ain't lookin' for no tears, but my brother gotta year and my mama keep smoking that shit
On top of that im broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit


[Hook:B.o.B]
So life don’t pass me by
Cause sometimes it’ll leave you stuck, don’t ask me why, why
Gotta keep this trailer moving, no time to cry, cry
So lonely days I say goodbye, bye
Gotta live for today so life won’t pass me by
Cause sometimes it’ll leave you stuck don’t ask me why
Gotta keep this trailer moving, no time to cry, cry
So lonely days I say goodbye, bye
Gotta live for today so life won’t pass me by, by


[Verse 2:J. Cole]
Dear Mr. police man
Hey am I wrong or ain't you soposed to keep the peace man?
I could have swore that I was driving pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you pulling over me for?

Is it this black Mercedes? (Oh nah I get, I get it, I get it)
Or cuz' I'm black hmm maybe
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin’ and I hold my breath every time that you get behind me
I turn my music down, so you won’t hear a sound, man I’m nervous like I got a couple pounds on me

You pulled me over, you frown on me
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see?
Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree


[Hook]

[Verse 3:J. Cole]
Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said, “Impossible”, but I’mma fucking try

Plus how they gon' tell me?
He don't make the rules

These niggas dying everyday, man we don't make the news
Instead they talk bout some thunder storm, cyclones, timmy got his bike stolen, top story, Tiger Woods be fucking all these white hoes

Anchorman stop snitchin'
Cut the commercial, he be texting all his side bitches

Hey my goodness, how ironic, on trial for possession of some chronic
My lawer came to court, man he was higher than the comet
Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me?
Are you perfect mothafucker, how you finna judge me?
When you home you dont cuss, drink, and puff like us
These cops is bad boys, they be just like Puff
They hate they jobs and they days be fucked up like us
At the end of the day
You niggas just like us


[Hook]

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