Intermission / Lights Please / In The Morning / Nobody's Perfect (Live|Explicit)

i need to how many people out her tonight fameville been f**king with me from day 1, i need to know. i'm talking bout when a ni**a was passing his mixtape at the f**king mall and sh*t. he like:"You passed me one, ni**a" Imma do this sh*t i don't care if its only 5-6 people here that know this sh*t, i don't give a f**k, imma do this song for anybody out her tonight that got this sh*t i dropped called The Warmup, you know what i mean, you gon f**k with this sh*t. or even if you got this sh*t i dropped called friday night lights, you gon f**k with this sh*t. now listen, i know alot of people in here been f**king with me for a long time, but alot of ya'll, you know this might be the first album you f**k with or the first show you ever came to, so i've gotta say the same for yall, i've gotta let yall know something, this sh*t 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 f**king fancy a** f**king LED lights and sh*t, i don't even know what the f**k LED lights mean, but i'm paying for them b**ches, way before we had this f**king cool a** stage and sh*t, we didnt have no sh*t like this, and definetly way before we had this, stupid f**king, ridiculous, expensive, blue for no f**king reason videowall behind me, we didnt have no sh*t like this man, the only thing we had, was classic sh*t like this.

HEY x3

I had this little bad thing somethin' like them 10's

She gave a ni**a mad brain somethin' like the wiz

But you see the sad thing f**kin' with her is

Is the chick ain't even have brains dummy like a b**ch

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 sh*t I was previously down for

Replaced by freak sh*t I am currently down for

You see I peeped it, p**sy is power

That proud feelin' we get knowin' that p**sy is ours

And how it feels to feel that feelin' you feelin' when you be drillin' that sh*t

Got her sayin' you be killin' that sh*t

And all the pain the world cause

She be healin' that sh*t

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 sh*t you wantin'

Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman

Would you drink with a ni**a, do you smoke w**d

Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees

Gettin lifted, I quit but sh*t, 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 ni**a, 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 b**ch niggas that hated

Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it

Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes

Smokin' w**d 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

F**k 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 ni**a only textin' distress over Rihannas

I'm talkin' tens and better, hood b**ches 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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