Artist: J. Cole f/ kiLL edward
Album:  K.O.D.
Song:   FRIENDS
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, J. Cole

[Intro: J. Cole]
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[Chorus: kiLL edward]
I got thoughts, can't control
Got me down, got me low
Rest my mind, rest my soul
When I blow, when I blow
Am I wrong? Let me know
Feels so right to let things go
Don't think twice, this is me
This is how I should be

[Bridge: J. Cole]
But I'm aggravated wit'out it, my saddest days are wit'out it
My Saturdays are the loudest - I'm blowin strong
Some niggaz graduated to powder, I dabble later, I doubt it
My database of narcotics - it's growing long
But I'm aggravated wit'out it, my saddest days are wit'out it
My Saturdays are the loudest - I'm blowin strong
Some niggaz graduated to powder, I dabble later, I doubt it
My database of narcotics - it's growing long

[J. Cole]
I wrote this shit to talk about the word addiction
To my niggaz _________ _________, I hope you're listening
_________ and ________ , I hope you're listening
This is for the whole fuckin Ville, I hope you're listening
Smokin medical grade, but I ain't got prescription
All the way in Cali where they ain't got precipi-
-tation, feelin like the only one that made it
And I hate it for my niggaz 'cause they ain't got ambition
Fuck did you expect? You can blame it on condition
Blame it on crack, you can blame it on the system
Blame it on the fact that 12 got jurisdiction
To ride around in neighborhoods that they ain't never lived in
Blame it on the strain that you feel when daddy missing
Blame it on Trump, shit, blame it on Clinton
Blame it on trap music and the politicians
Or the fact that every black boy wanna be Pippen
But they only got twelve slots on the Pistons
+Blame It On the Rain+, Milli Vanilli with the disc skip
What I'm tryna say is the blame can go deep as seas
Just to blame 'em all I would need like twenty CDs'
There's all sorts of trauma from drama that children see
Type of shit that normally would call for therapy
But you know just how it go in our community
Keep that shit inside it don't matter how hard it be
Fast forward, them kids is grown and they blowin trees
And poppin pills due to chronic anxiety
I been saw the problem but stay silent 'cause I ain't Jesus
This ain't no trial, if you desire go higher please
But fuck that, now I'm older I love you 'cause you my friend
Without the drugs, I want you be comfortable in your skin
I know you so I know you still keep a lot of shit in
You runnin from yourself and you buyin product again
I know you say it helps and no I'm not tryin to offend
But I know depression and drug addiction don't blend
Reality distorts and then you get lost in the wind
And I done seen the combo take niggaz off the deep end
One thing about your demons they bound to catch up one day
I'd rather see you stand up and face them than run away!
I understand this message is not the coolest to say!
But if you down to try it, I know of a better way!!
Meditate

[Pre-Chorus]
Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate
Don't medicate, medicate, don't medicate, medicate
Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate
Don't medicate, medicate, don't medicate, medicate

[Chorus]

[Outro: J. Cole]
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