J. Cole — Intermission Live

[Intro] I need to know, how many people out here tonight, Fayetteville, have been fuckin' with me from day 1 I need to know I'm talkin' 'bout when a nigga was passin' his mixtape out the fuckin' mall and shit He like, "you passed me one, nigga" I'ma do this shit ion' care if there's only like 5 or 6 people in here that know this shit I don't give a fuck I'ma do this song for anybody out here tonight that got this shit that I dropped called The Warm Up you know what I mean you gon' fuck with this shit Or even if you got this shit that I dropped called Friday Night Lights, you gon' fuck with this shit Now listen, I know a lot of people here, been fuckin' with me for a long time But a lot of ya'll, you know this might be the first album you fuck with, or the first show you ever came to so I gotta set the scene for ya'll, I gotta let y'all know somethin' This shit been a long journey it was not always like this It was not this many people I'm bout to take ya'll to a time Way before we had these fuckin' fancy ass fuckin' LED lights and shit I don't even know what the fuck LED lights mean, but I'm payin' for them bitches Way before we had this fuckin' cool ass stage and shit, we ain't had to shit like this And definitely way before we had this stupid fuckin' ridiculous, expensive, blue for no fuckin' reason video wall behind me We ain't have no shit like this man The only thing we had- the only thing we had was classic shit like this [Intro to “Lights Please“] Hey! Hey! Hey! Sing! [Verse 1] I had this little bad thing, somethin' like them tens She gave a nigga mad brain, somethin' like The Wiz But, you see, the sad thing fuckin' with her is Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch So I tried to show her about the world And about just who we really are And where we've come and how we still have to go really far Like, "Baby, look at how we live broke on Bragg boulevard" But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra Then all I really want is for her to go down low Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow And all that deep shit I was previously down fo' Replaced by freak shit I am currently down fo' You see I peeped it, pussy is power That proud feelin' we get knowin' that pussy is ours And how it feels to feel that feelin' You feelin' when you be drillin' that shit Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit And all the pain the world cause, she be healin' that shit And naw, that ain't your girl, dog But you be feelin' that chick And you just wanna tell her everything she might need But in the meantime it's lights, please [Chorus] Lights please, lights please Sing! Turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright [Intro to “In The Morning“ ] Ah shit 2,6 sing Hey can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? The sun risin' while you moanin' Huh, up top! [Verse 1] Baby, you summertime fine I let you get on top, I be the underline, I'm Tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime You fine as hell I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell But well, I'm wonderin' what type of shit you wantin' Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman? Ay would you drink with a nigga? Do you smoke weed? Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees Gettin' lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you It's only fittin' 'cause I'm lookin' super fly with you A flower, you are powerful, you do somethin' to me 'Cause girl, I caught the vibe like you threw somethin' to me So I threw 'em back, now all my niggas hollerin', “Who was that?” “Oh boy, she bad nigga, what you 'bout to do with that?” I'm finna take you home, just sip a little Patron Now we zonin', baby you so fine [Chorus] And can I hit it in the mornin'? Sing Can I hit it in the mornin'? And can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' And can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? And can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin', moanin', moan... [Intro to “Nobody's Perfect“] [Intro] Hey! Cole world Fayettenam sing this shit! [Verse 1] Yeah, this is for all the fans... [Crowd] That waited, the bitch niggas that hated Old hoes we dated, look, Mama; we made it [Verse 1] Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs, and potatoes Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like- Hands up! Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls I'm handin' diamonds and pearls, and vandalizin' her curls Sweatin' her weave out, moans as she breathes out Fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute I step over piranha, death over dishonor They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer Hey, Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna Remember when I used to be stressed over D'wana Now a nigga only text and get stressed over Rihannas I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters And we always argue 'bout the same thing And tell me, why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing Sing! [Chorus: Missy Elliott, J. Cole and Crows] Nobody's perfect, sing! Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh Say what? Hey, but you're perfect for me Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay) Nobody's perfect, ay Hey, right side, hands up Hey, but you're perfect for me We rollin', we ridin' He like to go inside and I love to go all night and We rock the boat: Poseidon I love to call your name, name, name Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, eh