cole summer

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, this right here is not a preview, i need to let it go, yeah, 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, 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 throwin four, he 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 it's killing me. i think i need to let it go, i need to let it go, cause nothing even matters, 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 they 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 dummies 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't get they names wrong, screamin' "game on", like wayne's world, that just came on, i'm rambling now, 5 days to finish the album, i'm scramblin' now, took a break from sampling now, just to say a few words to this bitch named summer, june will 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. i can't let it go, i can't let it go, i think i need to let it go, i need to let it go, cause nothing even matters