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J. Cole- ATM 2018


Title: ATM
Artist: J. Cole
Album: KOD (2018)
Genre: Rap/Hip-Hop
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Life can bring much pain

There are many ways to deal with this pain

Choose wisely

Will I fall?

Will I fly?

Heal my soul

Fulfill my high

Cross my heart

And hope to die

With my slice of Devil's pie

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

I know that it's difficult

I'm stacking the paper it's sorta habitual

I blow the residual

And fuckin' yo bitch like its part of my ritual

Pardon the visual

But money, it give me a hard-on it's typical

I want it in physical

A million dollars, I count up in intervals

Without it I'm miserable

Don't wanna fall off so I'm all in my bag

Thanking God like it's Biblical

I know it's gon' solve every problem I have

I balled on the principal

Remember the teachers that was all on my ass

Now look all of them, pitiful

And all of a sudden I'm so good at math

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Can't take it when you die

Uno, Dos, Tres

Big bills, big bills

I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills

My niggas running tip drills, can't sit still

Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well

I'm only counting

Big bills, big bills

I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills

My niggas running tip drills, can't sit still

Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well

I'm only counting

Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro

Proceed with caution

I heard if you chase it only results in

"A hole in your heart"

Fuck it, I take the whole cake and I won't leave a portion

It's only an organ

Thank God mama couldn't afford the abortion

The loneliest orphan

I flipped my misfortune and grown me a fortune

My Rollie is scorching

Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin'

Now Cole, he important

My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin

We ball in your court and

Escape with your bitch like we turning your heart in

She don't need no garments

She horny from all the money we counting

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Can't take it when you die

Uno, Dos

Will I fall?

Will I fly?

Heal my soul

Fulfill my high

Cross my heart

And hope to die

With my slice of Devil’s pie
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