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J. Cole - Cole Summer

Cole Summer
J. Cole
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[Intro] This right here is not a preview I need to let it go, yeah [Verse 1] Now this right here is not a preview Of what the album goin' to bring you, or nothing like that Sharing things I think quietly, with those that admire me Remember MTV Diaries? This something like that I wear my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for you Cookin' beats hoping' to reach like (?) warned you When I release, trust if you think my shit is weak When you see me on the street, then speak, I refund you This sample was yellin' "loop me!", Ms. Hill please don't sue me Cause I ain't one of these rappers out here frontin' like he got it, nigga I ain't fuckin' got it, nigga... Throwing thousands in the strip club with Drizzy Difference is I'm through four, he's throwing fifty Lord, forgive me Bitches saying, "you a rappin' nigga, ain't you s'pose to tip more?" I don't see no pussy, baby, ain't you s'pose to strip more? Confessions of a cheap-ass nigga, But I finally put my Momma in that E class, nigga And I told her quit her job, Oh, hold your horses, If my next album flops it's back to the post office Both of us, shit They're saying that's a real possibility... The thought alone is killing me... [Hook] I think I need to let it go I need to let it go Cause nothing even matters... [Verse 2] Anticipating rain, I can't make the same mistakes again Them 90's niggas raped the game And left us with a battered and bruised bitch, with a few kids The pussy loose, but the truth is I love her, though She ain't perfect, but who is? Hoes saying "Cole, you is" don't be silly, ma Cause really I am just a born sinner the opposite of a winner Cole summer, I predict another winter Cause I'm finna, drop knowledge like a five-per-center Fuck the build-a-bird, niggas showing God sent ya Rhyme with the skill, as if Nas when to College on scholarship met 'pac and said "I'm down with ya!" And when the wasn't writing rhymes they fucking lined sisters Puffin' on swishers, what's up Milan? Everytime I drop I get the net poppin' like Lebron swishes Kay told me kill ya, and I gotta respect my Mom's wishes When I let go this how my mind switches No looking back, don't even want to see my prom pictures Pardon the rhyme scheme, I guess I'm long winded Let me switch it now, Back to Hell's kitchen now, Up in Hova office like, he's the fucking principal Put me in with Stargate, that shit was like detention now Just tellin' my story so dissin' ain't my intention now Drop a couple hits and all the dumbies pay attention now A shame when you learn the ins and outs of the game Reminisce on little Jermaine, in the south Rappin' out loud, with all the niggas that's cool to you Just to realize that all them niggas was foolin' you And they ain't who they said they was Talk about the streets but, nigga That ain't really where they was Acting just like there they were But who am I to judge? That's neither here or there Just know I know, my nigga I just like being aware If I had one wish, I would fuck Tia and Tamera, At the same time, and put name tags on they titties so I don

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