paroles de chanson Intermission (includes "Lights Please," "In the Morning" and "Nobody's Perfect") (Live) - Missy Elliott , J. Cole

i need to how many people out her tonight fameville been fucking with me from day 1, i need to know. i'm talking bout when a nigga was passing his mixtape at the fucking mall and shit. he like: "You passed me one, nigga" Imma do this shit i dont care if its only 5-6 people here that know this shit, i dont give a fuck, imma do this song for anybody out her tonight that got this shit i dropped called The Warmup, you know what i mean, you gon fuck with this shit. or even if you got this shit i dropped called friday night lights, you gon fuck with this shit. now listen, i know alot of people in here been fucking with me for a long time, but alot of ya'll, you know this might be the first album you fuck with or the first show you ever came to, so i've gotta say the same for yall, ive gotta let yall know something, this shit been a long journey, it was not always like this, it was not this many people, i bout to take yall to a time, way before we this fucking fancy ass fucking LED lights and shit, i dont even know what the fuck LED lights mean, but im paying for them bitches, way before we had this fucking cool ass stage and shit, we didnt have no shit like this, and definetly way before we had this, stupid fucking, ridiculous, expensive, blue for no fucking reason videowall behind me, we didnt have no shit like this man, the only thing we had, was classic shit like this.
HEY x3
I had this little bad thing somethin' like them 10's
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 the boulevard
But all she ever want me to do is unher 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 for
Replaced by freak shit I am currently down for
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 nah 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 mean time it's lights please
Lights please
Lights please
Turn off the lights
For now everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
Feelin' like things gon' be alright
Lights please x2
turn of the lights
For now everything just seems so right, and how you make the darkness seem so bright
Feelin' like things gon' be alright
Can i hit it in the morning x2
Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline
I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime
You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell
But well, I'm wondering what type of shit you wantin'
Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman
Would you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed
Don't be ashamed, it aint no thing, I used to blow trees
Gettin lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you
Its only fitting cause I'm looking super fly with you
A flower, you are powerful, you do something to me
cause girl I caught the vibe like you threw something to me
So i threw em back, now all my niggas hollerin, who was that
Oh boy, she bad nigga, what you bout do with that
I'm finna take you home, just sip a little patron
Now we zonin', baby you so fine
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
sun rising while you moaning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
the sun rising while you moaning, moaning, moaning.
"Nobody's Perfect"
Cole World
This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes
Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls
Sweating 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 Dawana
Now a nigga only textin' distress over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue about the same thing
Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing?
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey,
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
Baby I love to call your name, name, name
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