I N T E R L U D E

J. Cole

I N T E R L U D E аккорды

			[Intro]
G#m   B             G#m           Cm
I'm a livin' little good thing
                    F         C
It's like you never lived for me, yeah
G#m   B             G#m              Cm
Mama said you was a good thing, uh
C
Good, good, good, yeah
B#m    B     G#m
Yeah
     B#m    B            B        B       G#m
We came a long way, man, we done came a long way
    B#m        Cm           B
And we sittin' on top of this s***
        B#m       B      G#m
This s*** can Go one or two ways
          B#m    B   F                Gm
This s*** can Go up, it can Go down
                                  B#m
Either way, n****, I'm prepared
B#m
Feel me? Yeah
 
 
[Verse]
F                              B
I be comin' in peace, but f*** me
        G#m
Best beware of the others
     B#m
This s*** deep, undercovers creep
    B
This Southern heat make unbearable summers
          Bm
Just last week, seen yo' mama weep
Gm                           G#m
Crying 'cause she don't wan' bury your brother
      B#m                 Cm           B
The blood lеaks while the EMTs gotta carry her baby likе surrogate mothers
 B#m                 Bm                        G#m
Woah, thank God we survived around where the terrorists hovered
         B#m
Though traumatized, wouldn't trade it for nothin'
         B                                       F
Through hard times, it was there I discovered a hustle and makin' the best out the struggle
                            Gm
I kept grindin' 'til this day, up a level
 B#m
Respect mine, gotta stay out of trouble
B#m
'Cause TEC-9s like to air out rebuttals
B#m
Cole World, n****s knowin' what it is
B                           G#m
Just in case they don't, I show 'em what it is
B#m
Then summer, I Do real numbers
         B
Couldn't dare touch it if they sold a double disc
Bm
Block hot, n****s burnin' up the street
                     B#m
Shots poppin' and we heard it up the street
B#m
It's a war, n****s runnin' up the score
B#m
Jesus said that you should turn the other cheek
B#m
Was his n****s gettin' murdered every week?
 B                      G#m
Dead bodies, smell the odor in the street
   B3m           Cm
My homie' homie got out on parole
Cm
He sold more Coca-Cola than the soda industry
      Bm
Summertime bring the coldest winter breeze
                      Gm
Hella blues like the Rollin' 60s
Bm
Christ went to Heaven age thirty-three
                      Bm
And so did Pimp C and so did Nipsey
 
 
[Outro]
       Gm   Fm F#m
I told you,
Bm     Gm   Fm F#m
I told you
              F#m            F#m
This s*** can Go up, it can Go down, I don't give a f***
B#m                                      Gm
N****, I done seen the highest heights
F#m    F#m
I done seen it twice
Bm
And I've seen the lowest of the lows
    Gm            F#m
And still I rose
F#m                            F
Now I'm at your neck, n****, yeah