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gq - cooler lyrics

[produced by ka$h]

[verse 1]
ride to the sunset, they ain’t beat me to the punch yet
i send new music like drunk texts, then forget i made ‘em like drunk bets
my momma friends be like “girl, your son blessed”
they like “’q whatchu doin?” i’m having fun, yes
i slept less but them nights out was much needed
ain’t it funny how you suck and i succeeded?
i left home like cut leases
just to make a statement still writin’ a tough thesis
young g*nius, down to earth but what i’m swingin’ is striking venus
i wanna touch a couple mil before i touch jesus
and that’s real, tell me how i should feel
cool chick, cool spot, where better for us to chill huh?
you still can’t believe it’s all real huh?
have a drink, hope it don’t spill ma
enjoy yourself

[hook]
seems like every place i been i done seen so many things
but nothin’ seems to be the same
i’m right where i wanna be
this is perfect for my day, to make me just feel this way
i’m prolly cooler than i need to be, i’m prolly cooler than i need to be
i’m prolly cooler than i need to be, i’m prolly cooler than i need to be

[verse 2]
what kinda mood you in? party to throw
a few gon’ slide that’s bringing molly to blow
i be gnarly fo sho, fly as marty could go
they be all in attendance, never tardy before, oh
fake folk tryna sneak by me
i’m backfloating no beach by me
name come up, bout quentin they speak highly
woodstock can’t peace by me
tire burn when the street open
ask me how i got it i just tell ‘em it’s east oakland
wanna catch up, boi? keep hopin’
i run sh-t like my feet swollen
and that’s real, tell me how i should feel
cool chick, cool spot, where better for us to chill huh?
you still can’t believe it’s all real huh?
have a drink, hope it don’t spill ma
enjoy yourself

[hook]

[verse 3]
it was all so simple then
check it, beat blastin’, they like, “aww, he rappin’”
a minute later they like “aww, he snappin’”
makin’ music they head lose it complete madness
partners turn to pedestrians i just keep p-ssin’
and i keep asking like kids in a toy store
still waiting for my answer it’s probly behind this door that i been
tryna open, i’m just hopin’ my key’ll work
my talent like a ufo, wonder who gon’ see it first
i’m on a bubble waiting for my dream to burst
even though you didn’t i knew that this thing would work
been bullsh-tting i need to check on my granny more
there for me no matter what, that’s what i got family for
thinkin’ more than usual now, every day is crucial now
i’m just tryna fly my n-gga, why you tryna shoot me down?
still f-ckin with my n-ggas, all the ones i grew up ‘round
you don’t like me i don’t like you, at least you know it’s mutual now
sad to say, where i’m from, a human life ain’t sh-t to us
f-ck the legs you on my n-gga, every day’s a cliff to us
hard for me to pick and trust, hoes be tryna get to us
if rosa couldn’t f-ck would make you think you get to sit with us?
long day, hours slip away come take a trip with us
hit the lights, press record another magic trick to us
hate it when i start complain’ trippin bout the storm i’m in
got a call lost for words, i guess i’m losin’ more than friends
never did i know my way, i just had to trust the map
now i can’t trust tv, reality, f-ck is that?
talkin to a friend still tryna cope with a brother’s death
pretty smile, happy girl, because he gone and up and left
nothin’ left, prayin’ that her pain’ll soon come to rest
my n-gga smoke a pound a month, he tired of this f-ckin stress
free my n-gga rojo, he dealin’ with a buncha mess
now i’m pickin’ up like wind, life is just a summer dress
had to get this off my chest, talkin’ on some urgent sh-t
i ain’t actin’ funny baby, really i’m just swervin’ b-tch
on 5-9 that’s word to tick, back playin on sat-rdays
smooth off the endo, i’m del lindo as satchel paige
this little light of mine is glowin’ ain’t it?
all of the people talkin’ to me ain’t speakin my language
bottoms up, hors d’oeuvre with a olive cup
305 me and four women havin’ a tropic brunch
hittin’ ‘em like antlers, haters wanna stop and hunt
winter time i’m flyin south, you out with a flock of ducks
my partna say he wanna move but he ain’t got nowhere to go
i told that n-gga, i ain’t got no job but i’m still chasin’ dough
i’m being honest, no comic but still flip made it
everywhere i go i see temptation a b-tch ain’t it?
everywhere i go i see temptation a b-tch ain’t it?

it was all so simple then
let the record play, let the record play
let the record play, let the record play
just let the record play
it was all so simple then
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