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Whats love got to do, go to do it
I get a taste then I'm through with it
Then I send it right back to you it

(How high)

Whats love got to do, go to do it
I get a little taste then I'm with it
Then I send it right back to you it

[J. - Verse 1]
play your position, no missionary
But yet I pack in the quotes I spoke
You to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture
My poetry's deep now for that
Only real catch something, phoney niggas fail
Shit you gotta feel it's only read in braille
did the crime but his homie didn't tell
So he f-cking bitches he sitting lonely in a cell
Thinking well, the hell I been on
They gave a nigga five then they threw ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets like a
I gotta play the like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, pick own role
Climb own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit around thats like sitting round dying
You touch the sky bitch you figure out flying

Nigga how high, so high that I touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo'
please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of

Nigga how high, so high I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo'
Nigga please, my squad plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got of trees

[J. Cole - 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the unfurl
My niggas hit the trees like
Tryna get a nut your girl
Think I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit
Karma for the sutra
A lot when the ganja's through ya
You need ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna ya
Kinda crucial, piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel
I broke the law but look I'll never smoke or steal
In your courtroom wylin' out, I mean to keep smiling
But now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man, look at me, what if I couldn't read?
you throw the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look
It's been a long time
my nigga roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe in a blue
When the tention gets thick than nothing to do
the windows of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I open my

How high, la la la la
how high, hey hey hey
how high, yeah yeah yeah
How high, la la la la

Is that a shot you threw little man?
I understand, you frustrated career going how you planned
Make it worse, friends, now when they talk rap
All you is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your projects to take all
I your weak heart gotta break off that
Boy, look, World this is your worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm you niggas this is only the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be having the year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, thats real funny
A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps
Something a mummy
But wake yo' ass up
Something your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's ya girl this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

Whats got to do, got to do with it
I get a little then I'm through with it
Yeah I send it back to you with it