Chords for J. Cole - Cole Summer

[C] _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [C] _
_ [Eb] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ [Dm] I need to let it [Eb] go.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] Now, this right here is [Eb] not a preview of [C] what the album gonna bring you or nothing [D] like
that.
I share things I think quietly [C] with those that admire me.
I'm an MTV [Fm] Diary, this something like [C] that.
I wear my heart up on [Gm] my sleeve and I [C] bleed for you.
Cookin' beef, hopin' to reach like [D] each one you.
Will not release, trust if you [Gm] feel like my shit is weak.
When you see me on [Fm] the street, just speak, I [C] refund you.
This sample was yellin' Lou for me.
Miss Hill, please [Dm] don't sue me.
Cause I ain't one of these rappers out [D] here frontin' like, [C] you got it, nigga.
I ain't, [Fm] you got it, nigga.
[C] Throwin' thousands in the strip club [Gm] with Drizzy.
[C] Difference is I'm throwin' four, he [F] throwin' fifty.
[Gm] Lord [Dm] forgive me, bitches sayin' you a rapper, nigga.
Ain't you [Cm] supposed to tip mark?
I don't see [Fm] no pussy, baby.
Ain't you supposed [C] to strip mark?
[Gm] Confessions of a cheap ass [C] nigga.
But I finally put [Fm] my momma in [Gm] that E-Class, [D] nigga.
And I told her quit or die, but hold your horses.
If [C] my next album flop, it's [D] back to the post office.
[C] Both of us, shit.
[Gm] They sayin' that's a real [C] possibility.
The thought alone [Cm] is killin' me.
[D] I think I need to let it go.
[Cm] I need to let it [D] go.
I [C] think I need to let it go, [Gm] let it [C] go, let it go.
I [Dm] think I need to let it go.
_ [Gm] Cause nothing [D] even matters.
[C] _
[E] Anticipatin' rain, I can't make the same [C] mistakes again.
Them 90's niggas raped [Dm] the gang.
And left us with a battered and bruised bitch with [C] a few kids.
The [D] pussy loose, but the truth is.
[C] I love her, though she ain't perfect, [Gm] but who is?
[C] Hoes sayin' Cole, you is.
Don't be silly, ma, cause [Dm] really I just a born sinner.
The opposite [C] of a winner.
Cold [D] summer, I predict [C] another winter.
Cause [Gm] I'm fincher.
Drop knowledge like [Em] a 5%er.
Fuck [G] the Bilderberg, nigga, Sean [D] Guy sent ya.
Rhyme with the [G] skill, as if [Cm] Nas went to college on [D] scholarship.
Met Pac and said [C] I'm down with ya.
And when [E] they wasn't writin' rhymes,
they fuckin' [Em] line sisters.
[C] Buffin' on swishers.
What's up, [D] Milan?
Every time I drop, I get the neck [Cm] poppin' like LeBron Swishers.
K told [Fm] me kill ya, and I gotta respect [Em] my mind wishes.
[E] When I let go, that's how [Em] my mind switches.
No lookin' [G] back, don't [Ab] anyone see my [Dm] prime pictures?
Pardon the rhyme [Ab] scheme, I guess I'm long-winded.
Let me switch it now.
[Bb] Back to [C] Hell's Kitchen now.
Up in Hova [Gm] office like he the fuckin' [C] principal.
Put me in with Stargate, that shit was like [D] detention now.
Just tellin' my story, so [Gm] dissonate my intention now.
Drop a couple [D] hits and all the dummies pay [C] attention now.
[Gm] Ashamed when you learn [C] the ins and outs of the game.
Reminisce on Lil' Jermaine [D] in the South.
Rappin' out loud with all the niggas that's cool to you.
Just to [Fm] realize that all them niggas was [C] foolin' you.
And they ain't who they [E] say they was.
Talk about the [C] streets, but nigga,
they ain't really where they was.
Actin' just like [Dm] they they was.
But who am I to judge?
[Cm] That's neither here nor there.
Just know I [Fm] know my nigga.
I just like [C] bein' aware.
If I had one wish, I would fuck ten to man.
At the same time and put name [D] tags on they titties
so I don't get they names [G] wrong.
Screamin' [Cm] game on, like [Fm] Wayne's World, that just came on.
[C] I'm ramblin' now.
[E] Five days to finish the [C] album, I'm scramblin' now.
[Fm] Took a break from [G] samplin' [Dm] now.
Just to say a few words to this bitch named [C] Summer.
Drew to make four [Fm] years since I gave you my number.
[C] The warm up dropped, I got hot, you Carter the classic.
Then J-Drop auto-tuned, you wanted him [Dm] back, shit.
Played my position, the whole wild still [C] wishin'.
A year later, [Fm] Drake put his key in your [C] ignition
and I told my fellas, [Gm] I drop Friday night [Em] lights
in the winter just to [F] make her jealous.
[C] Wanted to [Dm] drop the album in the summer
but the label didn't think that [C] they could sell it.
Recruit the [Fm] first week, I think it ain't shit
[C] they can tell us.
[Gm] Do you [C] agree?
Been a long time [Cm] comin' this thing between you and [Dm] me.
I can't let it go.
_ [Cm] I can't let it go.
[D] _ [C] Think I need to let it [Gm] go, let it [C] go, let it go.
[Fm] [G] They [Dm] say I need to let it go.
_ [Cm] Cause nothing [D] even matters.
[C] _
_ [E] _ [Em] Yeah.
_ [F] _ [G] [D] June 25th.
_ [Cm] Born [Fm] Center.
[Em] Yeah.
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