J. Cole — Cole Summer

[Intro] Love Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love It's only what you got in the form of the highest power you seek Now this right here's 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 nuttin' like that Sharing things I think quietly, with those that admire me 'Member MTV Diary? This something like that I wear my heart up on my sleeve and I bleed for you Cookin' beats hoping' to reach like each one you When I release, trust if you feel like 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 throwing four, he throwin' 50 Lord, forgive me, bitches saying, "You a rapper nigga, ain't you s'posed to tip more?" I don't see no pussy, baby, ain't you s'posed 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 but 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 [Chorus 1] I think I need to let it go I need to let it go, uh I think I need to let it go, let it go, let it go I think I need to let it go 'Cause nothing even matters... [Verse 2] Anticipating rain, I can't make the same mistakes again Them '90s 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 Just a born sinner the opposite of a winner Cole summer, I predict another winter 'Cause I'm fin' ta drop knowledge like a Five Percenter Fuck the Bilderberg, nigga show 'em God sent ya Rhyme with the skill, as if Nas went to College on scholarship met Pac and said "I'm down witcha" And when they wasn't writin' rhymes they fuckin' line sisters Puffin' on swishers, what's up Milan? Every time 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 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 dummies pay attention now A shame when you learn the ins and outs of the game And 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 were Talk about the streets but nigga, that ain't really where they were, actin' just like Dede was But who am I to judge? That's neither here nor 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’t get they names wrong, screamin' "Game on" Like Wayne's World, that just came on I'm rambling now, five days to finish the album, I'm scramblin' now Took a break from samplin' now Just to say a few words to this bitch named Summer June'll make four years since I gave you my number The Warm Up dropped, I got hot, you called it a classic And Jay dropped "Autotune", you wanted him back, shit Play my position, the whole while still wishin' A year later Drake put his key in your ignition And I told my fellas I dropped Friday Night Lights In the winter just to make her jealous Wanted to drop the album in the summer, but the label didn't think that they could sell it Recoup the first week, I think it ain't shit they can tell us Do you agree? It's been a long time coming this thing between you and me [Chorus 2] I can't let it go I can't let it go, nah I think I need to let it go, let it go, let it go They say I need to let it go 'Cause nothing even matters, ayy [Outro] Yeah June 25th Born Sinner, bitch