Lyrics:
a gold plated turtle, to rest my feet on
So this is the big one
Stay cool
The freak of the week was in my vision, I had to make a cool decision
Had
Black and brown call me miles morales
But where my Peter Parker
A teacher in armor
Mister Miller
But he pulled the trigger
I'm with the killers
Knew
ain't gon split with ya
Either give up or stay tough
Loose jeans stay cuff
Rock where you rock
Bang where you bang
Keep that title by ya name
Bitch ya
is the life for me
700 Euclid Ave, in 2013
Mom and I together, driving by the beach
Playing with my friends
Counting stars on repeat
Wish I could feel
D from outer space, I came to rock the human race
I do it right 'cause I can't do it wrong
That's why the whole world is singin' this song"
(Jam
D from outer space, I came to rock the human race
I do it right 'cause I can't do it wrong
That's why the whole world is singin' this song"
(Jam
can you handle my stamina?
You won't believe the things I say when you walk by
My game cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high
Now
saying "Beyoncé
Had the best video"
Ayy, baby, it's rock-n-roll tonight
Y'all might
Be experiencing pop shit tonight
But the vibes is back the prodigal son
is, bruh aye
You know me i went down
Seven years of my life
Of motherfuckers hating me for saying Beyoncé
Had the best video hey baby
Let’s rock
Been around the block so I got a some miles on me
Don't nothin phase me, it don't take me by surprise homie
Life is hard can't lie it's been wild on me
dreams
We’ll get through anything cruise through hard times
Just you and I first class mile high fly
Just say you get it cuz that's how we gotta rock
heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezing on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezing on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
they burning for me
I don't gotta look for you they lurking for me
All I need is five G and a G nine
Just to get five gs by the night time
And I still
what what
What, what, what what
I'm gonna rock some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up, this is
think they in the mix
And D?
Is how they dying by tryna get the attention of the bully
You can't rock with me any day even if it's mutha fuckin green
7:00
and burned
I earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good
On this brand new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham
comes out more slanted
Searching for the missing piece
Who's singing 700 miles from me
But I close my eyes and I see us two
Signing in Nashville and I'm
the records and he's my protege
So check him out without a doubt and you will agree
He goes by the name of Cutmaster Cool V
Cut the funky records, for me
be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
So cool, don't even trip
You got the sack, get on the tip
A resident in the City
At the campsite we're issued overalls and cutting tools, the blades are rusty and broken. A whistle blast, 7:00 AM, we work by the light of flares hacking at vines,
stressing
This gone take more than a second
But cool
I'll make the exception
Cause I can see all that he need is direction
Listen
Then he proceed to tell me
the Machine, flyin over the Atlantic ocean
with the potion
Chorus: cool Keith
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway
What y'all
I'd rather be shooting pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade
Instead of being in
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