West of Anything

Radio Roswell

Words and Music by J. Cole ©2019

West of anything
Where the angels sing
Put your money down
On hope springs
Staring out to sea
Never knowing me
Funny how we all
Want the same things.

No matter where you are.
No matter if you here the static
drive erratic
swerve into your song
no matter where you are.

Are we winning now?
Spinning how it went down.
Do you like it when
you’ve are found.
Hear the darkness sing
Drowning in your thing
To be nothing to
anything you bring.