J. Cole - i n t e r l u d e Lyrics

i n t e r l u d e

J. Cole

J. COLE I N T E R L U D E DETAILS

J. Cole i n t e r l u d e Lyrics. i n t e r l u d e Sung By American Artist On The Off-Season Album. i n t e r l u d e Song Is American Pop Song Labeled By Dreamville,Interscope Records & Roc Nation. i n t e r l u d e English Lyrics.

J. COLE I N T E R L U D E INFO

Song : i n t e r l u d e

Artist : J. Cole

Album : The Off-Season

Label By : Dreamville,Interscope Records & Roc Nation

Language : English

Release Date : 2021.05.14

J. COLE I N T E R L U D E LYRICS

I'm a livin' little good thing

It's like you never lived for me

Mama said you was a good thing, uh

Good, good, good

Yeah

We came a long way, man, we done came a long way

And we sittin' on top of this shit

This shit can go one or two ways

This shit can go up, it can go down

Either way, nigga, I'm prepared

Feel me? Yeah

I be comin' in peace, but fuck me

Best beware of the others

This shit deep, undercovers creep

This Southern heat make unbearable summers

Just last week, seen your mama weep

Crying 'cause she don't wan' bury your brother

The blood leaks while the EMTs

Gotta carry her baby like surrogate mothers

Woah, thank God we survived around where the terrorists hovered

Though traumatized, wouldn't trade it for nothin'

Through hard times, it was there I discovered a hustle

And makin' the best out the struggle

I kept grindin' 'til this day, up a level

Respect mine, gotta stay out of trouble

'Cause TEC-9's like the AR rebuttals

Cole World, niggas knowin' what it is

Just in case they don't, I show 'em what it is

Then in summer, I do real numbers

Couldn't dare touch it if they sold the double disc

Block hot, niggas burnin' up the street

Shots poppin' and we heard it up the street

It's a war, niggas runnin' up the score

Jesus said that you should turn the other cheek

Voiceless niggas gettin' murdered every week

Dead bodies, smell the odor in the street

My homie' homie got out on parole

He sold more Coca-Cola than the soda industry

Summertime bring the coldest winter breeze

Hella blues like the Rollin' 60's

Christ went to Heaven aged thirty-three

And so did Pimp C and so did Nipsey

I told you, I told you

This shit can go up, it can go down, I don't give a fuck

Nigga, I done seen the highest heights

I done seen it twice

And I've seen them lowest of the lows

And still I rose

Now I'm at your neck, nigga, yeah

J. COLE THE OFF-SEASON TRACKLIST

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m y . l i f e

a p p l y i n g . p r e s s u r e

p u n c h i n ' . t h e . c l o c k

1 0 0 . m i l '

p r i d e . i s . t h e . d e v i l

l e t . g o . m y . h a n d

i n t e r l u d e

t h e . c l i m b . b a c k

c l o s e

h u n g e r . o n . h i l l s i d e