Justine's Interlude
GoldLink Lyrics


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Feels good to be home
Yeah, yeah, uh

If I got you and my son and my god on my side
What's the point of anybody else ridin'?
It's so much stuck on my mental, it's so much you on my mind
It's so much money and pussy, yeah, you'd think I'm goin' blind
I think it's funny how blogs talk
Funny how many shows I had went to where models walked
So many stories 'bout you and so-and-so who from Harlem
It ain't too many from Harlem, so take a guess
Takin' a jet so I can recollect
You say, "What's up with you, baby?," I always say, "What's next?"
I mean what is we in it for?
Revenge from your friends' circle like what did we enter for?
Tired of fancy dinners, I'm tired of diamond ballin'
I'm tired of hearin' 'bout if this nigga put hands on you
Tired of tryna smile through shit that's affectin' us
Then I get to overthinkin' if I'm here messin' up
Mac died and I couldn't talk, couldn't bear the thought
Two days before it, we was talkin' 'bout love and loss
Then he mentioned Ariana mama and newer songs
Never told a soul, but I knew he was dead all along
You do somethin' to me
I write all my songs about women I never keep
I hate when I have to lose 'em, I hate 'em when it's deep
You one of my six women that's in the east
I hate makin' promises that I never keep
So promise to never ever be too patient with me
Justine, promise me
Love and loyalty, that's over honesty (Uh)
The devil be talkin' but God controllin' me (Uh)
Roc Nation dinners that inquire 'bout Meek (Uh)
My God the realest (Uh), that's how we meet (Uh)

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah




Harlem Shake on these niggas, nah mean?
Bitch ass niggas

Overall Meaning

In "Justine's Interlude," GoldLink reflects on his relationship with a woman named Justine. He expresses how having Justine and their child, along with God on his side, is enough and he doesn't need anyone else. The lyrics suggest that he is consumed by thoughts of her, thinking about her constantly. He also mentions the presence of money and women, although noting that it doesn't fulfill him completely.


GoldLink talks about the rumors and stories he hears about Justine and others from Harlem, creating a sense of suspicion or jealousy. He questions the motives of their relationship, wondering if they are seeking revenge or if they are truly in it for love. He expresses fatigue from the glamorous lifestyle, fancy dinners, and material possessions, indicating a longing for something deeper and more meaningful.


The song takes a darker turn as GoldLink mentions the death of Mac Miller, which deeply affected him. He mentions their conversations about love and loss, and how he knew that Mac's passing was imminent. This event seems to have led him to reflect on his own actions and question if he is messing things up in his relationships.


GoldLink reveals that he often writes songs about women he never actually ends up keeping, expressing his frustration with losing them and the emotional depth involved. He mentions Justine as one of the six women in his life, implying that she holds significance. He asks Justine to promise him love and loyalty, over honesty, suggesting a desire for stability and commitment even if it involves sacrificing complete transparency. The lyrics also touch on the influence of the devil and God in his life, as well as his connection to Meek Mill through Roc Nation.


Overall, "Justine's Interlude" is a introspective song that delves into GoldLink's thoughts and emotions surrounding his relationship with Justine, his struggle with fame, loss, and the longing for something genuine and lasting.


Line by Line Meaning

Feels good to be home
I am happy to be back in my familiar surroundings.


If I got you and my son and my god on my side
With your love, my son's presence, and the support of my faith, I feel invincible.


What's the point of anybody else ridin'?
No one else matters when I have you by my side.


It's so much stuck on my mental, it's so much you on my mind
I can't stop thinking about you, you occupy my thoughts constantly.


It's so much money and pussy, yeah, you'd think I'm goin' blind
I am surrounded by wealth and temptation, sometimes it feels overwhelming.


I think it's funny how blogs talk
I find it amusing how gossip spreads through online platforms.


Funny how many shows I had went to where models walked
It's interesting how many fashion events I've attended and seen models walking.


So many stories 'bout you and so-and-so who from Harlem
There are numerous rumors about your relationships with people from our neighborhood in Harlem.


It ain't too many from Harlem, so take a guess
Since there aren't many people from Harlem, it's easy to speculate who those stories are about.


Takin' a jet so I can recollect
I'm flying on a private jet to have some time for myself and reflect.


You say, 'What's up with you, baby?,' I always say, 'What's next?'
When you ask how I'm doing, I often deflect the question and focus on future plans.


I mean what is we in it for?
I question the purpose and intentions of our relationship.


Revenge from your friends' circle like what did we enter for?
I'm tired of dealing with drama and seeking revenge due to conflicts within your social circle.


Tired of fancy dinners, I'm tired of diamond ballin'
I'm exhausted by extravagant dinners and showing off wealth and luxury.


I'm tired of hearin' 'bout if this nigga put hands on you
I'm weary of hearing rumors about someone mistreating you.


Tired of tryna smile through shit that's affectin' us
I'm exhausted from pretending to be happy while dealing with issues that impact our relationship.


Then I get to overthinkin' if I'm here messin' up
I start overthinking and questioning if I'm causing problems in our relationship.


Mac died and I couldn't talk, couldn't bear the thought
I was unable to express my emotions or handle the overwhelming sorrow when Mac Miller passed away.


Two days before it, we was talkin' 'bout love and loss
Just days before Mac's death, we were discussing the concepts of love and loss.


Then he mentioned Ariana mama and newer songs
During our conversation, Mac brought up Ariana Grande's mother and her latest music.


Never told a soul, but I knew he was dead all along
I kept it to myself, but I had a gut feeling that Mac was already gone.


You do somethin' to me
Your presence and influence have a profound effect on me.


I write all my songs about women I never keep
I find inspiration in writing songs about the women who don't stay in my life.


I hate when I have to lose 'em, I hate 'em when it's deep
It pains me when I have to let go of these women, especially when the emotional connection is strong.


You one of my six women that's in the east
Among the six women I'm involved with, you're one of the ones from the eastern part.


I hate makin' promises that I never keep
I dislike making commitments only to break them later.


So promise to never ever be too patient with me
Please make a pledge to never wait too long for me or tolerate my actions.


Justine, promise me
Justine, I'm asking for your assurance and commitment.


Love and loyalty, that's over honesty (Uh)
In our relationship, prioritizing love and loyalty is more important than always being brutally honest.


The devil be talkin' but God controllin' me (Uh)
Negative influences may tempt me, but ultimately, God guides my actions.


Roc Nation dinners that inquire 'bout Meek (Uh)
During Roc Nation dinners, people often ask about the status of my relationship with Meek Mill.


My God the realest (Uh), that's how we meet (Uh)
God is the most genuine connection in my life, that's how we initially connected.


Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Expressing agreement and emphasis.


Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Continuing to express agreement and emphasis.


Yeah
Affirmative response.


Harlem Shake on these niggas, nah mean?
Dominating and asserting my presence in Harlem, you know what I mean?


Bitch ass niggas
Disparaging term referring to weak individuals.




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Written by: D'anthony William Carlos, Tavon Thompson

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Lyrics below

If I got you, and my son, and my god on my side
What’s the point of anybody else riding
It’s so much stuck on my mental
It’s so much you on my mind
It’s so much money and pussy
You’d think I’m going blind

I think it’s funny how blogs talk
So many shows I had been to where models walked
So many stories about you and so and so from Harlem
And ain’t too many from Harlem
So take a guess
Taking a jet, so I can recollect
You say what’s up with you, baby I always say what’s next
I mean
What is we in it for?
Revenge from your friend circle,
Like what did we enter for
I’m tired of fancy dinners
I’m tired of diamond ballin
I’m tired of hearing about if this nigga put hands on ya
Tired of tryna smile through shit that’s affecting us
Then I get to overthinking if I’m here messing up
Mac died and I couldn’t talk, couldn’t bear the thought
Two days before it we was talking about love and loss
Then he mentioned Ariana momma and newer songs
I never told a soul, but I knew he was dead all along
You do something to me
I write all my songs about women I never keep
I hate when I have to lose em, I hate it when it’s deep
You one of my six women that’s in the east
I hate making promises that I never keep
So promise to never ever be too patient with me
Justine promise me
Love and loyalty that’s over honesty
The devil be talking but god controlling me
Roc nation dinners that inquire bout meek
My god the realest
That’s how we meet



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Lyrics below

If I got you, and my son, and my god on my side
What’s the point of anybody else riding
It’s so much stuck on my mental
It’s so much you on my mind
It’s so much money and pussy
You’d think I’m going blind

I think it’s funny how blogs talk
So many shows I had been to where models walked
So many stories about you and so and so from Harlem
And ain’t too many from Harlem
So take a guess
Taking a jet, so I can recollect
You say what’s up with you, baby I always say what’s next
I mean
What is we in it for?
Revenge from your friend circle,
Like what did we enter for
I’m tired of fancy dinners
I’m tired of diamond ballin
I’m tired of hearing about if this nigga put hands on ya
Tired of tryna smile through shit that’s affecting us
Then I get to overthinking if I’m here messing up
Mac died and I couldn’t talk, couldn’t bear the thought
Two days before it we was talking about love and loss
Then he mentioned Ariana momma and newer songs
I never told a soul, but I knew he was dead all along
You do something to me
I write all my songs about women I never keep
I hate when I have to lose em, I hate it when it’s deep
You one of my six women that’s in the east
I hate making promises that I never keep
So promise to never ever be too patient with me
Justine promise me
Love and loyalty that’s over honesty
The devil be talking but god controlling me
Roc nation dinners that inquire bout meek
My god the realest
That’s how we meet

@Alchemy77

COLORS love this channel

@trs9573

Why is gold link rapping bout Justine

@bbanks2682

Sam Ron because that’s his girlfriend....

@bbanks2682

Brittany Arthurton yes I’m already well aware of her situation.... According to her ig stories and some lines in this song, they’re together, it’s quite obvious. I applaud goldlink for speaking on this in her defence, when Justine spoke on it many people turned a blind eye to sheck’s actions which I find upsetting

@brightdachamp

Sam Ron is it Justine skye?

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@tatyio

He has to have the calmest voice, everything just oozes out

@1gav123

Daddosaurus ooze isn’t an attractive word though😂

@TravalahLove

Otto Coldbeer and you never had a coldbeer....

@BuddyBWord

No homo though

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