Cole Summer

now this right here is not a preview
I need to let it goo

Now this right here is not a preview
of what the album gonna bring you, or nothing like that
I share things I think quietly with those that admire me
R'member MTV diaries? its' something like that
I wear my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for you
Cooking beats hoping to reach like each one you
When I release, trust if you feel like my shit is weak
When you see me in the street, then speak, I'll refund you
This sample was yelling "loop me!" , Ms. Hill Please don't sue me
cause I ain't one of those rappers out there fronting like he got it, ni**a
I ain't f**kin' got it ni**a
Throwing thusands in the strip club with drizzy
difference is I'm throwing four, he's throwing fifty
Lord, forgive me
B****es saying "you a rapper ni**a, ain't you s'posed to tip more?"
I don't see no p***y, baby, ain't you s'pose to strip more?
Confessions of a cheap ass ni**a
But I finally put my mommy in that E class, ni**a
And I told her quit your job, but hold your horses
If my next album flops it's back to the post office both of us, s**t
they're saying that's a real possibility
the thought alone is killing me

Hook:
I think need to let it go
I need to let it go
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 90's ni**as raped the game
and left us with a battered and bruised b***h, with a few kids
the p**sy 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 I really I'm just a born sinner the opposite of a winner
Cole summer, I predict another winter
Cause I'm finta, drop knowledge like a 5 percenter
F**k 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 with ya?"
And when they wasn't writing rhymes they f***ing lined sisters
Puffing on swishers, what's up Milan?
Everytime I drop I et the net popping like Lebron swishes
Kay told me kill ya, and I gotta respect my mum 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, its back to hell's kitchen now
Up in Hova office like, he the f***ing principal
Put me in with Stargate, that s**t was like detonation now
Jus telling my story so dissing 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 a lil' Jermaine in the south
Rappin' out loud with all the niggas that's cool to you
Just to realize that them niggas was fooling you
And they ain't who they say they said they where
Talk about the streets, but nigga they ain't really where they were
Acting just like there they were, but who am I to judge
That's neither here or there
Just 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 name wrong
Screaming "Game on!!"
Like Waynes World, that just came on
I'm rambling now
5 days to finish the album,
I'm scrambling now
took a break from sampling now
Just to say a few words to this b***h named Summer
June will make four years till I gave you my number
"The warm up dropped, I got hot, you calling it classic
And Jay dropped autotune, you wanted him back s**t,
Play my position, the whole while still wishing
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 the s**t that they can tell us
Do you agree?
Its been a long time coming to this thing between you and me
I can't let it go

Hook