J.Cole – “Apparently”
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This is my canvas
I’ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I
This is my canvas
I’ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it nigga
F**k you cause there, there is no right or wrong, only a song
I like to ride/write alone, be in my zone
Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home
But the only thing like home I’ve ever known
Until they snatched it from my mama and foreclosed her on the loan
I’m so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
I was up in New York City chasing panties, getting dome
Had no clue what you was going through, how could you be so strong?
And how could I be so selfish, I know I can be so selfish
I could tell by how I treat you with my girl, damn she so selfless
But she put up with my ways because she loves me like you do
And though it don’t always show I love her just like I love you
And I need to treat you better
Wish you could live forever
So we could spend more time together
(I love you mama)
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