J. Cole - Cole Summer Lyrics
[Intro]This right here is not a previewI need to let it go, yeah[Verse 1]Now this right here is not a previewOf what the album goin' to bring you, or nothing like thatSharing things I think quietly, with those that admire meRemember MTV Diaries? This something like thatI wear my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for youCookin' beats hoping' to reach like each one youWhen I release, trust if you feel like my shit is weakWhen you see me on the street, then speak, I refund youThis sample was yellin' "loop me!", Ms. Hill please don't sue meCause I ain't one of these rappers out here frontin' like he got it, niggaI ain't *****in' got it, nigga...Throwing thousands in the strip club with DrizzyDifference is I'm throwing four, he's throwing fiftyLord, forgive me*****es saying: "You a rappin' nigga, ain't you s'pose to tip more?"I don't see no *****, baby, ain't you s'pose to strip more?Confessions of a cheap-ass niggaBut I finally put my Momma in that E class, niggaAnd I told her quit her job, oh, hold your horsesIf my next album flops it's back to the post office, both of us, shitThey're saying that's a real possibilityThe thought alone is killing me[Hook]I think I need to let it goI need to let it goI think I need to let it go, let it go, let it goI think I need to let it goCause nothing even matters...[Verse 2]Anticipating rain, I can't make the same mistakes againThem 90's niggas raped the gameAnd left us with a battered and bruised *****, with a few kidsThe ***** loose, but the truth is I love her, thoughShe ain't perfect, but who is?Hoes saying "Cole, you is" don't be silly, maCause really I am just a born sinner the opposite of a winnerCole summer, I predict another winterCause I'm finta, drop knowledge like a five percenter***** the Bilderberg, nigga show 'em God sent yaRhyme with the skill, as if Nas went toCollege on scholarship met 'pac and said "I'm down with ya!"And when they wasn't writing rhymes they *****ing lined sistersPuffin' on swishers, what's up Milan?Everytime I drop I get the net poppin' like Lebron swishesKay told me kill ya, and I gotta respect my Mom's wishesWhen I let go this how my mind switchesNo looking back, don't even want to see my prom picturesPardon the rhyme scheme, I guess I'm long windedLet me switch it now, back to Hell's kitchen nowUp in Hova office like he the *****ing principalPut me in with Stargate, that shit was like detention nowJust tellin' my story so dissin' ain't my intention nowDrop a couple hits and all the dumbies pay attention nowA shame when you learn the ins and outs of the gameAnd reminisce on little Jermaine in the southRappin' out loud, with all the niggas that's cool to youJust to realize that all them niggas was foolin' youAnd they ain't who they said they wereTalk about the streets, but nigga that ain't really where they wereActing just like there they were, but who am I to judge?That's neither here or thereJust know I know, my nigga, I just like being awareIf i had one wish, I would ***** Tia and Tamera, at the same timeAnd put name tags on they titties so I don’t get they name wrongScreamin' "Game on"Like Wayne's World, that just came onI'm rambling now5 days to finish the album, I'm scramblin' nowTook a break from sampling now,Just to say a few words to this ***** named SummerJune will make four years since I gave you my number"The Warm Up" dropped, I got hot, you called it a classicAnd Jay dropped "Autotune", you wanted him back, shitPlay my position, the whole while still wishin'A year later Drake put his key in your ignitionAnd I told my fellas,I dropped "Friday Night Lights" in the winter just to make her jealous,Wanted to drop the album in the summerBut the label didn't think that they could sell itRecoup the first week, I think it ain't shit they can tell usDo you agree?It's been a long time coming this thing between you and meI can't let it go[Hook][Outro]
