I’m On It J. Cole

Yeah, my God, Syience

[Hook]
Lord I've been dreaming about the paper
I want it all
I wanna shine, I wanna ball
I want the whip with the suicide doors
This is my life homie, you decide yours
I've been dreaming about the paper
I want it all
I wanna shine, I wanna ball
I want the whip with the suicide doors
This is my life homie, you decide yours

Man, man I'm on it, I'm on it
Get on my level boy I'm hot like, I've been dancing with the devil man
I'm on it, uh uh I'm on it
So in case you ain't heard, observe

[Verse 1]
I'm bringing that fire, you know that flame throw
I'm getting you high, I spittin' that brown sugar that DeAnglo
Just look in the sky
A nigga so fly I'm up here touching rainbow's
Ain't making it rain though
No don't be silly mama, I'm no pinata
Letting my paper fall, no way
But if you feeling it, you can take it all and show me
Don't fight the feeling mama
Not Jeffrey Dahmer but your body is a killer mama
I'm tryna rock that ass to sleep like pyjamas