Released: January 26, 2016
Songwriter: Leslie “L” Merceron Xavier “X” Smith Drake J. Cole Curtis Mayfield Missy Elliott
Producer: L&X Music J. Cole
[Intro]
I need to know, how many people out here tonight, Fayetteville, have been fuckin' with me from day 1 I need to know
I'm talkin' 'bout when a nigga was passin' his mixtape out the fuckin' mall and shit
He like, "you passed me one, nigga"
I'ma do this shit ion' care if there's only like 5 or 6 people in here that know this shit I don't give a fuck
I'ma do this song for anybody out here tonight that got this shit that I dropped called The Warm Up you know what I mean you gon' fuck with this shit
Or even if you got this shit that I dropped called Friday Night Lights, you gon' fuck with this shit
Now listen, I know a lot of people here, been fuckin' with me for a long time
But a lot of ya'll, you know this might be the first album you fuck with, or the first show you ever came to so I gotta set the scene for ya'll, I gotta let y'all know somethin'
This shit been a long journey it was not always like this
It was not this many people
I'm bout to take ya'll to a time
Way before we had these fuckin' fancy ass fuckin' LED lights and shit
I don't even know what the fuck LED lights mean, but I'm payin' for them bitches
Way before we had this fuckin' cool ass stage and shit, we ain't had to shit like this
And definitely way before we had this stupid fuckin' ridiculous, expensive, blue for no fuckin' reason video wall behind me
We ain't have no shit like this man
The only thing we had- the only thing we had was classic shit like this
[Intro to “Lights Please“]
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Sing!
[Verse 1]
I had this little bad thing, somethin' like them tens
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 Bragg boulevard"
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her 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 fo'
Replaced by freak shit I am currently down fo'
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 naw, 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 meantime it's lights, please
[Chorus]
Lights please, lights please
Sing!
Turn off the lights
For now, everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be alright
Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights
For now, everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be alright
[Intro to “In The Morning“ ]
Ah shit
2,6 sing
Hey can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
The sun risin' while you moanin'
Huh, up top!
[Verse 1]
Baby, you summertime fine
I let you get on top, I be the underline, I'm
Tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime
You fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell
But well, I'm wonderin' what type of shit you wantin'
Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman?
Ay would you drink with a nigga? Do you smoke weed?
Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees
Gettin' lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you
It's only fittin' 'cause I'm lookin' super fly with you
A flower, you are powerful, you do somethin' to me
'Cause girl, I caught the vibe like you threw somethin' to me
So I threw 'em back, now all my niggas hollerin', “Who was that?”
“Oh boy, she bad nigga, what you 'bout to do with that?”
I'm finna take you home, just sip a little Patron
Now we zonin', baby you so fine
[Chorus]
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Sing
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin', moanin', moan...
[Intro to “Nobody's Perfect“]
[Intro]
Hey!
Cole world
Fayettenam sing this shit!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, this is for all the fans...
[Crowd]
That waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look, Mama; we made it
[Verse 1]
Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs, and potatoes
Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like- Hands up!
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls, and vandalizin' her curls
Sweatin' 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 D'wana
Now a nigga only text and get stressed over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue 'bout the same thing
And tell me, why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing
Sing!
[Chorus: Missy Elliott, J. Cole and Crows]
Nobody's perfect, sing!
Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh
Say what?
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)
Nobody's perfect, ay
Hey, right side, hands up
Hey, 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
Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, eh
I need to know, how many people out here tonight, Fayetteville, have been fuckin' with me from day 1 I need to know
I'm talkin' 'bout when a nigga was passin' his mixtape out the fuckin' mall and shit
He like, "you passed me one, nigga"
I'ma do this shit ion' care if there's only like 5 or 6 people in here that know this shit I don't give a fuck
I'ma do this song for anybody out here tonight that got this shit that I dropped called The Warm Up you know what I mean you gon' fuck with this shit
Or even if you got this shit that I dropped called Friday Night Lights, you gon' fuck with this shit
Now listen, I know a lot of people here, been fuckin' with me for a long time
But a lot of ya'll, you know this might be the first album you fuck with, or the first show you ever came to so I gotta set the scene for ya'll, I gotta let y'all know somethin'
This shit been a long journey it was not always like this
It was not this many people
I'm bout to take ya'll to a time
Way before we had these fuckin' fancy ass fuckin' LED lights and shit
I don't even know what the fuck LED lights mean, but I'm payin' for them bitches
Way before we had this fuckin' cool ass stage and shit, we ain't had to shit like this
And definitely way before we had this stupid fuckin' ridiculous, expensive, blue for no fuckin' reason video wall behind me
We ain't have no shit like this man
The only thing we had- the only thing we had was classic shit like this
[Intro to “Lights Please“]
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Sing!
[Verse 1]
I had this little bad thing, somethin' like them tens
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 Bragg boulevard"
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her 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 fo'
Replaced by freak shit I am currently down fo'
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 naw, 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 meantime it's lights, please
[Chorus]
Lights please, lights please
Sing!
Turn off the lights
For now, everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be alright
Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights
For now, everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be alright
[Intro to “In The Morning“ ]
Ah shit
2,6 sing
Hey can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
The sun risin' while you moanin'
Huh, up top!
[Verse 1]
Baby, you summertime fine
I let you get on top, I be the underline, I'm
Tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime
You fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell
But well, I'm wonderin' what type of shit you wantin'
Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman?
Ay would you drink with a nigga? Do you smoke weed?
Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees
Gettin' lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you
It's only fittin' 'cause I'm lookin' super fly with you
A flower, you are powerful, you do somethin' to me
'Cause girl, I caught the vibe like you threw somethin' to me
So I threw 'em back, now all my niggas hollerin', “Who was that?”
“Oh boy, she bad nigga, what you 'bout to do with that?”
I'm finna take you home, just sip a little Patron
Now we zonin', baby you so fine
[Chorus]
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Sing
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin', moanin', moan...
[Intro to “Nobody's Perfect“]
[Intro]
Hey!
Cole world
Fayettenam sing this shit!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, this is for all the fans...
[Crowd]
That waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look, Mama; we made it
[Verse 1]
Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs, and potatoes
Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like- Hands up!
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls, and vandalizin' her curls
Sweatin' 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 D'wana
Now a nigga only text and get stressed over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue 'bout the same thing
And tell me, why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing
Sing!
[Chorus: Missy Elliott, J. Cole and Crows]
Nobody's perfect, sing!
Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh
Say what?
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)
Nobody's perfect, ay
Hey, right side, hands up
Hey, 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
Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, eh
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