Текст песни Neighbors - J. Cole

I guess the neighbours think I'm selling dope
(Selling dope)
Okay the neighbours think
I'm selling dope
Selling dope, selling dope
Selling dope, selling dope
Yeah

I don't want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in a bando
And my nigga never walkin' again
Apologize if harpin again
I know these things happen often
But I'm back on the scene
I was lost in a dream as write this
The team down in Austin
I been building me a house
Back home in the south ma
Won't believe what it's costin'
And it's fit for a king right?
Or a nigga that could sing
And explain all the pain that it cost him
My 16 should'a came with a coffin'
Fuck the game and the fortune
Well maybe not the fortune
But one is for sure tho
The fame is exhausting
That's why I moved away in needed
Privacy
Surrounded by the trees in ivy league
Students that's recruited highly
Thinkin' you do you, and I do me
Crib had got a big 'ol back 'ol yard
My niggaz stand outside and pass cigars
Filled with Marijuana, laughing hard
Thankful that they friend's a platinum star
In the driveway there's no rapper cars
Just done shit to get from back 'n forth
(Just some shit to get from back 'n forth)
Welcome to the sheltuh this is pure
We'll help you if you've felt too insecure
To be the start you always knew you were
Wait, I think Police is at the door

Okay, the neighbours think I'm selling dope
Hm, I guess the neighbours think I'm selling
Dope, selling dope
The neighbours think I'm
Neighbours think I'm
(Don't follow me, don't follow me)
I think the neighbours think I'm selling dope
(Don't follow me, don't follow me)
I guess the neighbours think I'm selling dope
Selling dope, selling dope, selling dope
Well, motherfucker, I am

Some things you can't escape
Death, taxes, and a ra-cist society that make
Every nigga feel like a candidate
For a Trayvon kinda fate
Even when your crib sit on a lake
Even when your plaques hang on a wall
Even when the president jam your tape
Just a little break just to annotate
How I feel, dame, it's late
I can't sleep cus I'm paranoid
Black in a white man territory
Cops bust in with the army guns
No evidence of the harm we done
Just a couple neighbours that assume we slang
Only time they see us we be on the news
In chains, damn!

Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me

Okey the neighbours think I'm selling dope
Hm, I guess the neighbours think I'm selling dope selling dope
The neighbours think I'm, neighbours think I'm
(Don't follow me, don't follow me)
I think the neighbours think I'm selling dope
(Don't follow me, don't follow me)
I guess the neighbours think I'm selling dope
Selling dope
Selling dope, selling dope
Selling dope, selling dope
Well, motherfucker, I am

I am, I am, I am, I am
Well, Motherfucker, I am
I think the neighbours think I'm selling dope
I am, I am, I am
Well, Motherfucker, I am
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinking
I'm moving back to south side
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinking
I'm moving back to south side