Sparks Will Fly - J. Cole, Jhené Aiko

It may seem like our fire

Has been a little burnt out we tired

We only need to stay close

In time, sparks will fly

(And we fly too, and we, and we,

And we fly too)

Baby you deserve the whole enchilada

Gucci and Prada

Toast to the days when I didn’t have a dollar

You stuck around even when the world frowned on me

Kicked me when I was down, and so they clowned on me

Down for me, my homie

You better believe, I know your home girl said you should leave

Know you as tired like the Michelin man

What if Gina would have listened to Pam?

Now they hate to see us last this long

When they get my album, probably pass this on

Thought they knew me, well

Money can’t buy you happiness that’s true as hell

The happiness can’t buy yo' ass this new SL

I love you like the fat kid loves cakes and shit

I love you like the bad kid love breakin' shit

Ride and die chick fighting insecurities

Wanna a ring and my last name for securities

I know my style ain’t perfect

I know my smile ain’t perfect

Nigga ain’t perfect, it’s true

Funny though I am perfect for you

All the drama seem worth it for you

She put up with the shit like she work at the zoo, true

Now what you crying for?

She says you ain’t gon' settle down, what you lyin' for?

She want that old thing back

Things ain’t the same, think we both seen that

Love is war, end up on the floor

But baby you only loose when you don’t swing back

I say those word hoping that,

You fight for a nigga like I fight for you

Like I fight temptations every night for you

And know I slip, only girl in my life is you