Tab Realm

I N T E R L U D E by J. Cole







                             I N T E R L U D E 








Tuning: E A D G B E

[Intro]
F#m   A             F#m           Bm
I'm a livin' little good thing
                    D         B
It's like you never lived for me, yeah
F#m   A             F#m              Bm
Mama said you was a good thing, uh
B
Good, good, good, yeah
C#m    A     F#m
Yeah
     C#m    C            C        A       F#m
We came a long way, man, we done came a long way
    C#m        Bm           A
And we sittin' on top of this s***
        C#m       A      F#m
This s*** can go one or two ways
          C#m    A   D                F#
This s*** can go up, it can go down
                                  C#m
Either way, n****, I'm prepared
C#m
Feel me? Yeah
 
 
[Verse]
D                              A
I be comin' in peace, but f*** me
        F#m
Best beware of the others
     C#m
This s*** deep, undercovers creep
    A
This Southern heat make unbearable summers
          C#
Just last week, seen yo' mama weep
F#                           F#m
Crying 'cause she don't wan' bury your brother
      C#m                 Bm           A
The blood lеaks while the EMTs gotta carry her baby likе surrogate mothers
 C#m                 Am                        F#m
Woah, thank God we survived around where the terrorists hovered
         C#m
Though traumatized, wouldn't trade it for nothin'
         A                                       D
Through hard times, it was there I discovered a hustle and makin' the best out the struggle
                            F#
I kept grindin' 'til this day, up a level
 C#m
Respect mine, gotta stay out of trouble
C#m
'Cause TEC-9s like to air out rebuttals
C#m
Cole World, n****s knowin' what it is
A                           F#m
Just in case they don't, I show 'em what it is
C#m
Then summer, I do real numbers
         A
Couldn't dare touch it if they sold a double disc
C#
Block hot, n****s burnin' up the street
                     C#m
Shots poppin' and we heard it up the street
C#m
It's a war, n****s runnin' up the score
C#m
Jesus said that you should turn the other cheek
C#m
Was his n****s gettin' murdered every week?
 A                      F#m
Dead bodies, smell the odor in the street
   C3m           Bm
My homie' homie got out on parole
Bm
He sold more Coca-Cola than the soda industry
      C#
Summertime bring the coldest winter breeze
                      F#
Hella blues like the Rollin' 60s
C#
Christ went to Heaven age thirty-three
                      C#
And so did Pimp C and so did Nipsey
 
 
[Outro]
       F#   D# G#m
I told you,
C#     F#   D# G#m
I told you
              D#m            G#m
This s*** can go up, it can go down, I don't give a f***
C#m                                      F#
N****, I done seen the highest heights
D#m    G#m
I done seen it twice
C#
And I've seen the lowest of the lows
    F#            D#m
And still I rose
G#m                            D
Now I'm at your neck, n****, yeah








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