J. Cole - Note to Self Lyrics
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    Note to Self

    One, two, three, four
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

    And wherever we go
    And whatever we do
    And whatever we see
    And whoever we be
    It don't matter, it don't matter
    I don't mind 'cause you don't matter
    I don't mind 'cause I don't matter
    (And don't shit matter) You'll see in the end

    I've got a feeling that there's somethin' more
    Something that holds us together
    Something that holds us together
    The strangest feeling but I can't be sure
    Something that's old as forever
    Something that's old as forever
    Love, love, love, love

    And wherever we go
    And whatever we do
    And whatever we see
    And whoever we be
    It don't matter, ahh, it don't matter
    I don't mind 'cause you don't matter, ay
    I don't mind 'cause I don't matter
    (And don't shit matter) You'll see in the end, ahh!

    Yeah nigga, Forest Hills Drive
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! That's it, we made it, baby!
    As we speak, the last sample just cleared
    Thank you to whoever in Japan, just cleared that shit
    Turn my vocal up and turn the headphones down a little bit
    I gotta do my thank yous man
    I, I didn't have enough time to turn in my thank yous
    For the, for the artwork, so fuck it, I'ma do it right now
    This is the, this is the credits, this is roll credits nigga
    If you don't, if you don't wanna sit through the credits
    Get your ass up and walk out the movie theatre
    First and foremost, my entire Dreamville team, thank you, man
    Before that, I'm buggin', thank you, God! Oh my God
    Everything happened too perfectly and in line, this whole thing
    Thank you, God, thank my Dreamville family
    Mez who fuckin' sleep right now
    That nigga ain't even recording this thing right now
    Nigga's been working hard man
    Mez I'm proud as fuck of you man, for real you killed this shit
    Ib what up? El Presidente, what up?!
    We killed this shit nigga, we killed this shit nigga!
    I don't give a fuck if we sell three copies nigga
    We killed this shit nigga!
    My nigga Adam, I'm proud of y'all man, for real
    Ron Gilmore, my nigga, yes, Camille, yes that's my sister
    KC, that's like a father figure right there, KC I love you man
    My brother Ced, wow
    We done came a long way from the Ville, my nigga Gray's Creek
    My nigga Felton, you killed it
    You killed that Friday Night Lights shit nigga
    And you killed this one too man
    I shoulda been coming to you man, hahah
    You only do the classics though, that's what it is, for real
    My nigga Mike Shaw shiggity
    You already know where he at right now
    Posted up somewhere in D.R
    My nigga RJ Trump, Trump gettin' that motherfuckin' bread
    You know what it is man
    My nigga Diz, I see you
    I see your vision, I believe in you, man. I love y'all niggas
    Big D, thank you, bruh, for real (Teddy what up)
    (Shotgun) We believe in y'all (Proof!) you and the fiends
    My nigga Bassy Badass, Bas, Bas, Bas, I can't believe it, nigga!
    (Marquis Jones) You changed your life, man, keep goin'
    Keep goin', the sky is the limit
    Fuck that, man, Super Mookin Fiends
    It's Super Mookin Fiends, nigga!
    My nigga Depp, you know what I mean?
    Razzle Dazzle, ahahah
    Elite, Elite, Elite, Elite, what up! (I'm bored) What up man?
    My nigga Reagan put in them hours, baby!
    My nigga Omen, man, Elephant Eyes
    That shit is a confirmed classic, man
    Dreamville, we only did confirmed classics so far, that's all we doin'
    Yo, Elijah! Ayy, if we go diamond
    Nigga you got the triple crown, man, hahaha
    First 50, then Usher, nigga, you fuckin' out of here
    But we might go wood though
    Nervous Reck, man, congratulations to you, brother, I love you
    (At least fuckin' silver, nigga)
    FilthE, I love you too, man
    I know you feel a way about me right now but I love you
    Yo, shout to the young niggas, man
    Forreal, we blessed to have y'all on board, man
    We feel so grateful
    Cozz, that Cozz and Effect is a mothafuckin' classic, nigga
    I'll be ridin' my bike through Manhattan listenin' to that shit, man
    I've been livin' with that shit for like the past four days
    I finally got a chance to slow down
    That shit is a classic, my nigga
    Congratulations to you, we don't give a fuck what it sold
    I don't even know what that shit sold to tell you the truth, man
    And I'm proud of you, man
    I'm, I'm proud of you and your homeboys, man
    Y'all, it's really gon' be great to watch y'all grow
    I'm appreciatin' watchin' y'all grow more than we did, man!
    I get to relive it all again and actually appreciate it this time
    Shout out to the whole committee, man. Tone, Meez, what up?
    My nigga Money Makin Matt, what up man?
    Treat them boys right, man
    Everybody that was involved in makin' this album
    My nigga Jack who's at the board right now, what's up, man!?
    Yo, you made the album, man! We gon' live forever, man!
    You gotta loop the beat up right now though 'cause it can't, ayy, okay
    Raph, Wreck-It-Raph
    Perfect Sound Studios, L.A., we couldn't have did it without you
    My nigga Dave Linaburg, Nate Jones, Yolanda, TS
    Kaye Fox came through and killed it
    My nigga Quick with the clean versions
    Vinylz killed that beat!
    My nigga Phonix, oh, that beat is hard!
    Dahi brought that beat, who does that?
    Pop & Oak, my nigga Pop, thank you, man
    And nigga Willie B, I never met you, but you did the beat
    !llmind, you killed the beat, Social Experiment
    My nigga Jeff on the guitar, you know what I mean?
    Nuno did the mothafuckin' strings, I appreciate that shit, man!
    We gon' pay you, hey, the horn players that came through
    I don't know y'all names but y'all killed that shit, man
    We was lovin' that shit!
    CharGaux, the girls on the mothafuckin' strings
    We appreciate it, that session was a little wild, I ain't gon' lie
    Uh, maybe that was my fault, I set y'all up with Wreck-It-Raph
    But it's all good, we still killed it though
    And all the mothafuckin' samples that cleared, thank you
    Y'all be tryin' to give a nigga a hard time on the samples, man!
    I'ma go to the fuckin' Supreme Court
    And try to make this shit easier for niggas like me to clear these samples, man
    If you made the fuckin' music, and you made the art
    And you put it into the world
    I should be able to use it however the fuck I want
    I'ma pay you, I'ma give you a percentage
    But you shouldn't be able to tell me I can't use it
    Yeah, that's fuckin', that's fucked up, nigga
    You was inspired by the world
    Allow the world to be inspired by your shit and to use your shit
    So all them people like The fucking Doors
    Or whoever that don't let niggas use they shit: fuck that, man
    It's 2014, 2015 by the time you might hear this shit
    Fuck that, man, we movin' on
    Man, shout out Drizzy Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Wale
    I'm so happy to be peers with y'all niggas and consider y'all niggas friends
    And I'm sorry I had to come snatch the crown right quick
    I had to do it to show niggas it ain't no more motherfuckin' crowns man
    We gotta be the example, we gotta show these niggas man
    It's love at the top
    Can't you believe, it's crazy to believe we sitting right here
    In these motherfuckin' seats right now
    Fifteen years ago, we was lookin' at these niggas
    Like, "Man we gotta be these niggas!"
    Now we those niggas
    But it's our responsibility to show these niggas man it's love up here
    Niggas want beef, niggas want drama
    Fuck that we comin' together
    Shout out to everybody in Ferguson right now still ridin', still ridin'
    Everybody else asleep, y'all still ridin'
    And it's bigger than Ferguson, man that shit is fuckin' nationwide man
    We gotta come together, look at each other, love each other
    And feel like we are one another
    We share a common story nigga, that shit is pain, struggle
    And guess what man? We can come together
    And that's one things that's gon' do it, that's love
    I'm just telling y'all, that's a Public Service Announcement
    Back to this shit, yo
    ByStorm, I love y'all niggas man, no matter what
    Wayne, Just, Mark, Gucci, you my big brother forever
    It don't even matter the business nigga, it's bigger than that
    MK, thank you man, you came on board and killed it
    Natalya, what's up?!
    My nigga Julius Garcia, I already shouted you out
    But I shouted out your alias
    And I just put your whole government on record
    And this gon' live forever
    Tisha, Tisha, you know I love you, Tisha!
    Future the Prince, thank you for those conversations man I needed that
    Roc Nation damn, we feel like a family now man, forreal
    It was always family but it's so ill to see us come together on this album
    Thank y'all very much man, thank y'all for believing
    I know this is a scary idea
    I don't know if it's gonna work or not, as I speak
    I don't gave a fuck man! I'm just happy we did this shit
    Shout out to Nelly, Ted, Christina
    Chaka I love you, Jeff what up?, Jay Z, Hov, holla!
    Jay Brown, what up?! Rich Kleiman, Ty-Ty
    My nigga Emory, you know what it is
    Shout out to Interscope, yeah, Joey I.E., 'preciate you
    Janet, Gary, Steve Berman, yeah
    Columbia, we love y'all man
    Damn, I'm runnin' out of breath and shit
    I'm sad this is my last album with Columbia
    It's not my fault it's all contractual, but I love the fuck out of y'all
    We made relationships there that ain't never going away (Lisa Wiggins!)
    And you never know what the future holds man
    We hope we can do business some day
    April, thank you very much, baby
    Ayelet, you are a legend, we fuckin' love you
    CJ, same to you man, y'all been killin' this shit for years
    Thank you man, thank you
    Rob Stringer, thank you, sir, Joel Klaiman, yessir
    The whole sales team, production, marketing team
    My man B Nolan who drove us around in a fuckin' van
    And a SUV, and showed us all about the radio game, man
    And we ain't had no hits, all we had was fuckin' "Who Dat"
    Tryin' figure this shit out man and I figured it out
    B Nolan, I finally figured it out
    I know you like "Damn, this nigga talking to me?"
    I'm talking to you man
    'Cause you used to hear us stressin' over this shit
    And I finally figured it out, man, don't none of that shit matter yo
    I came all this way, all the way from Fayetteville, North Carolina
    Went to New York City got this motherfuckin' record deal
    Put out some classics, put out some singles
    Had my ups, had my downs
    Came all this way just to learn one thing man
    Only one fuckin' thing matters and that's your happiness
    And the only way you gon' get to that happiness
    Is through love, real, genuine, motherfuckin' love man
    Not the fake shit, not the Hollywood shit
    Not the niggas giving you props so you think you the shit
    Not motherfuckers knowing you so you think you famous
    Not niggas seeing your whip and they want your whip
    So you feel good 'cause they want your whip
    Or they want your bitch, so you feel better, fuck that, real love
    Where your crib is at nigga, where your heart is at
    Where your home is at, where your mom is at, where your girl is at
    Mimi, what up?! I'm fuckin' up my words, I don't care
    How am I not gon' shout out Mimi man?
    Fuck that shit, keep the tape rollin', we still goin', wassup man?!
    Forest Hills Drive, we gon' do this shit
    If you ain't listening to this shit, I don't give a fuck
    Nigga it's the fuckin' credits
    Don't nobody stay for the movie credits anyways man
    My mama, ohhhhhhh! I love you!
    I'm so grateful and blessed to have you, still in my life
    A lot of people ain't got their mothers in they life still
    And I recognize that I'm blessed
    Mama, I love you, Zach I love you
    My pops I love you. James Cole, I love you,
    Jackie I love ya, my whole family, I love ya
    I'm so grateful man, thank y'all
    It all came full circle and I had to put this shit out in 2014
    We barely made, yo Ib, we barely made it nigga
    We barely fuckin' made it but we fuckin' made it man
    Fuck y'all, but I love y'all at the same time man, hoo!
    Man look, y'all really wanna know who did it?
    I'ma tell y'all who did this shit man
    Man, Dale Earnhardt Jr. dawg
    I'm, yo, I'm never gon' forget, this is gonna sound crazy
    But I'm never gonna forget that shit you told me, yo
    For real, Dale Earnhardt Jr. man, thank you dawg
    From the bottom of my heart
    That shit you said to me changed my life man
    And I ain't gon' never forget, ever forreal
    For real Dale, from me to you, you my nigga man, forreal
    I love you boy. And Jonah Hill! Oh, Jonah Hill!
    How could I forget Jonah Hill?!
    Yo, that shit you told me when we was in the elevator
    Nigga, that shit changed my, ahahah, I'm just fuckin' playin'
    I don't know either one of those two dudes, hahaha
    I don't know either one of them niggas
    It just was, it was, I was in the moment
    I just lied, I don't give a fuck—
    2014 Forest Hills Drive, ahaha
    Cole World man, thank y'all for listening
    If you made it this far, then I really fuck with you
    Until the next time, I don't know when that's gonna be but
    One love baby!

    Love, love, love, love


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