[00:00.000] 作词 : J. Cole
[00:00.923] 作曲 : J. Cole
[00:01.846]Bada-ba, bada-ba
[00:09.691]Off-Season
[00:13.190]Let's work, hey
[00:14.908]Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga’s faith
[00:17.443]Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
[00:19.254]Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
[00:20.940]I was doin' eighty on the interstate
[00:22.808]Tryna make it back before my class started
[00:24.870]Country nigga never seen a passport
[00:26.386]'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
[00:28.499]Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
[00:30.279]Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
[00:32.127]'Ville nigga never seen nothin'
[00:33.962]Except a ****ing triple bean jumpin'
[00:35.714]Good dope leave a fiend krumpin'
[00:37.506]Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
[00:39.368]Either you gon' hustle
[00:40.287]or that nigga Uncle Sam got your ass re-enlisting
[00:42.930]Two-six, murder scene pumpin'
[00:44.786]Better leave it tucked if you ain't dumbin'
[00:46.787]Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping
[00:48.345]12 comin', we ain't seen nothin'
[00:50.148]Time change, niggas ain't rumblin' no more
[00:52.758]Nah, what for? Hungry for more
[00:54.547]If you solo these vocals
[00:55.684]Listen close and you can hear grumbling
[00:57.248]Multi’ and I'm still munchin'
[00:59.006]Big bag, never fear fumblin'
[01:00.755]Want smoke? Nigga don't choke
[01:02.663]I'm a whole ****ing nicotine company
[01:04.935]Dreamville the Army, not a Navy
[01:06.848]How could you ever try to play me?
[01:08.330]Kill 'em on a song walk up out the booth
[01:10.270]Do the Westbrook rock-a-baby
[01:12.424]I never fall out with the bro
[01:14.190]Hate when your family turn into foe
[01:15.843]We had a penthouse on the road
[01:17.610]Interior decorated with the hoes
[01:19.407]Just like a multiple-choice getting chose
[01:21.190]My niggas like 'Eenie, meenie, miney, moe'
[01:23.127]Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless
[01:24.939]Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed
[01:26.968]Out of the concrete was a rose and windows was cold
[01:30.468]Had to go over and stand by the stove
[01:32.140]We from the Southeast, niggas know
[01:34.109]This where the opps creep real slow
[01:35.913]Won’t vote but they mob deep with the poles
[01:37.747]I punch the time sheet, not no more
[01:39.589]And now my assigned seat is a throne
[01:42.128]Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga’s faith
[01:44.869]Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
[01:46.497]Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
[01:48.424]I was doin' eighty on the interstate
[01:50.074]Tryna make it back before my class started
[01:52.036]Country nigga never seen a passport
[01:53.456]'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
[01:55.298]Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
[01:57.386]Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
[01:59.190]'Ville nigga never seen nothin'
[02:01.176]Except a ****ing triple bean jumpin'
[02:02.943]Good dope leave a fiend krumpin'
[02:04.917]Made it out, it gotta mean something
[02:06.571]Made it out, it gotta mean something
[02:08.521]Made it out, it gotta mean something
[02:12.301]Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba

作词 : J. Cole
作曲 : J. Cole
Bada-ba, bada-ba
Off-Season
Let's work, hey
Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga’s faith
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin' eighty on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country nigga never seen a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
'Ville nigga never seen nothin'
Except a ****ing triple bean jumpin'
Good dope leave a fiend krumpin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Either you gon' hustle
or that nigga Uncle Sam got your ass re-enlisting
Two-six, murder scene pumpin'
Better leave it tucked if you ain't dumbin'
Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping
12 comin', we ain't seen nothin'
Time change, niggas ain't rumblin' no more
Nah, what for? Hungry for more
If you solo these vocals
Listen close and you can hear grumbling
Multi’ and I'm still munchin'
Big bag, never fear fumblin'
Want smoke? Nigga don't choke
I'm a whole ****ing nicotine company
Dreamville the Army, not a Navy
How could you ever try to play me?
Kill 'em on a song walk up out the booth
Do the Westbrook rock-a-baby
I never fall out with the bro
Hate when your family turn into foe
We had a penthouse on the road
Interior decorated with the hoes
Just like a multiple-choice getting chose
My niggas like 'Eenie, meenie, miney, moe'
Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless
Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed
Out of the concrete was a rose and windows was cold
Had to go over and stand by the stove
We from the Southeast, niggas know
This where the opps creep real slow
Won’t vote but they mob deep with the poles
I punch the time sheet, not no more
And now my assigned seat is a throne
Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga’s faith
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin' eighty on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country nigga never seen a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
'Ville nigga never seen nothin'
Except a ****ing triple bean jumpin'
Good dope leave a fiend krumpin'
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba