You Can Make Time Stop on a Dime I Think You Masteted the Art of Sublime
Photograph
J. Cole
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Fell in dearest through a photo I don't even know your name Wonder if you lot'd follow back I promise to see you one twenty-four hours I won't show my niggas now I'll keep this one for myself Love today's gone digital And information technology's messing with my health Damn, I love your sense of humor You don't go caught upward in rumors You don't be talking 'bout who fuckin' who And I notice the way you maneuver Sexy, just never show likewise much Ain't heard from you in like, ii months Suddenly, you pop on my line Yous could make time finish on a dime I think you mastered the art of sublime Your blazon is harder to find You could turn water to wine, yeah You could turn water to wine, yeah I think you mastered the art of sublime Your type is harder to detect You could plow water to wine, yeah Y'all could plow water to wine, feel me Niggas be talkin' so slick (ugh) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my eye in the click (aye) Can't see my centre, it don't fit (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yep) Also busy thinking what if (yeah) I shoot my shot and information technology brick (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) Niggas be talkin' so slick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yes) Puttin' my heart in the click (yes) Can't run into my center it don't fit (yeah) Don't recall I'm built for this shit (aye) Too decorated thinking what if (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (aye) I shoot my shot and it brick (mmm) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if y'all'd follow back I hope to encounter you i day I won't bear witness my niggas now I'll go on this one for myself Love today's gone digital And it's messing with my health Feel like I gotta say somethin' Thought of you got my heart jumpin' Only I can't come upwards with nothin' (no) Only I tin't come up with nothin' I put it off for a twenty-four hours, I come back around your way Searching for what I could say That accurately could convey The mode that I feel in the give-and-take That's different than what you done heard So many washed hit you wit game And so many been sent to the curb And I did not come hither to play And I did not come to detect And I did not come here to play Merely I did not come up to observe Feel me Niggas exist talkin' so slick (ugh) I'm non the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my centre in the click (yeah) Can't see my middle, it don't fit (yep) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Besides busy thinking what if (aye) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) Niggas exist talkin' and so slick (yeah) I'g not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my centre in the click (yeah) Tin can't see my center it don't fit (aye) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yep) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I shoot my shot and information technology brick (mmm) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if yous'd follow back I hope to see you one day I won't show my niggas now I'Two proceed this one for myself Love today'due south gone digital And it's messing with my health
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Written by: Jermaine Cole, Jay Livingston, Francis Victor Walter Hime, Raymond B. Evans
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, JAY LIVINGSTON MUSIC, INC., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Source: https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/35212664/J.+Cole/Photograph
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