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Water Break (Interlude) Video (MV)




Performed By: J. Cole
From Album: The Warm Up
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Hal David, Burt F. Bacharach, Jermaine L. Cole
Year: 2009




J. Cole - Water Break (Interlude) Lyrics
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I feel like we should just, you know
Keep the world in suspense no longer (yeah)
And you know, just put J. Cole on the spot (yeah)
Woo
Yeah, is there any way you can turn me up? Yeah, yeah
We got Roc Nation's first artist in here, J. Cole (yeah, hey)
On the spot
Yeah, there's no way to turn me up?
You got that?
If not, it's all good
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey

I bet they never seen him comin' like a blind bitch you f*ckin' from behind
It's the motherf*ckin' don, bitch, I'm f*ckin' up rewind buttons
My shit is jumpin' like the prom
Fayettenam on my back like some scratches from your lady
On your mattress where they gave me that
I bet niggas can't wait to pay me back
While they relax, I stay in tip-top shape
And I stay up on my toes like some gym socks, flip-flops
Tell them haters to rehab, kick rocks (woo)
Game tight like Ziploc
Half Black, other half white like Kid Rock
Tried to tell it to a cizz-op
Thought it would work, it did not
He told me, "Nigga, stizz-op, you know you is not"
Wrote the ticket and rizz-ocked
F*ck, this is for hip-hop, gassed up like a quick stop
Done lit a fire under my ass, nigga, my shit hot
Even if you squatted over volcanoes, nigga, your shit not
I'm raw, but I kid not, your shit flop
I give props to the legends
Praise God, but I give not to the reverends
Lookin' up to the Heavens like, "Where did all my blessings go?"
You chase a dream, but then you stop, guess you'll never know (woo)
I got a show for you to watch, here's an episode, professional
Set to blow any minute now, many women smile
Look, the lights and the action and the cameras be callin'
You niggas gotta log in, bitch, you fantasy ballin'
I snuck up like I planned to be, this ain't random, we called it
Like once they get a hit of this, they hooked like that Twitter shit
Thought I get a deal and head straight to the dealership
But lookin' at my deal, I probably can't afford benefits
Medical, dental shit
Left, but I always came back like a rent-a-whip
Dirty-ass game, dawg, I could run a kennel with
All these bitch niggas who don't lift a finger
Yet they wanna ride in a limo with
Me, I switch the tempo on 'em sort of like Timbo on 'em
Start talkin' that we shit, I pause, Nintendo on 'em
Start talkin' that beef shit, I turn to Kimbo on 'em
I got no words for these niggas, I'm instrumental on 'em, yeah (woo)
And I'll still keep goin', keep flowin' (J. Cole)

Yeah, J. Cole (woo)
I don't think he's done, man, we, we need more (yeah)
I feel like he's not done (yeah), I feel like he's not done
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I feel like we should just, you know
Keep the world in suspense no longer (yeah)
And you know, just put J. Cole on the spot (yeah)
Woo
Yeah, is there any way you can turn me up? Yeah, yeah
We got Roc Nation's first artist in here, J. Cole (yeah, hey)
On the spot
Yeah, there's no way to turn me up?
You got that?
If not, it's all good
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey

I bet they never seen him comin' like a blind bitch you f*ckin' from behind
It's the motherf*ckin' don, bitch, I'm f*ckin' up rewind buttons
My shit is jumpin' like the prom
Fayettenam on my back like some scratches from your lady
On your mattress where they gave me that
I bet niggas can't wait to pay me back
While they relax, I stay in tip-top shape
And I stay up on my toes like some gym socks, flip-flops
Tell them haters to rehab, kick rocks (woo)
Game tight like Ziploc
Half Black, other half white like Kid Rock
Tried to tell it to a cizz-op
Thought it would work, it did not
He told me, "Nigga, stizz-op, you know you is not"
Wrote the ticket and rizz-ocked
F*ck, this is for hip-hop, gassed up like a quick stop
Done lit a fire under my ass, nigga, my shit hot
Even if you squatted over volcanoes, nigga, your shit not
I'm raw, but I kid not, your shit flop
I give props to the legends
Praise God, but I give not to the reverends
Lookin' up to the Heavens like, "Where did all my blessings go?"
You chase a dream, but then you stop, guess you'll never know (woo)
I got a show for you to watch, here's an episode, professional
Set to blow any minute now, many women smile
Look, the lights and the action and the cameras be callin'
You niggas gotta log in, bitch, you fantasy ballin'
I snuck up like I planned to be, this ain't random, we called it
Like once they get a hit of this, they hooked like that Twitter shit
Thought I get a deal and head straight to the dealership
But lookin' at my deal, I probably can't afford benefits
Medical, dental shit
Left, but I always came back like a rent-a-whip
Dirty-ass game, dawg, I could run a kennel with
All these bitch niggas who don't lift a finger
Yet they wanna ride in a limo with
Me, I switch the tempo on 'em sort of like Timbo on 'em
Start talkin' that we shit, I pause, Nintendo on 'em
Start talkin' that beef shit, I turn to Kimbo on 'em
I got no words for these niggas, I'm instrumental on 'em, yeah (woo)
And I'll still keep goin', keep flowin' (J. Cole)

Yeah, J. Cole (woo)
I don't think he's done, man, we, we need more (yeah)
I feel like he's not done (yeah), I feel like he's not done
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Writer: Hal David, Burt F. Bacharach, Jermaine L. Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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