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joel jungle - be cool wit’ that lyrics

cold season coming soon , that’s what balances out the beef
some people continue hunting while others go back to sleep
everytime i hand out gifts, they put my neck in a wreath
but that’s cuz my hearts big enough to want to see you eat
ive had people take my plate but i’ve never been hungry
i’ll turn a fillet to a lake , while your carrot cakes crumbling
nfts rising up , we ride shotgun & bust
to splatter what would look like blended cherry pie out the crust
these kids are broken puzzle pieces trying to find a corner
& there’s too much floating around in the water
dr. strange, it’s all for autographing cashing checks
& smoking elegance wrapped in wood like a bassinet
the birds in the coup, clean up seeds & leave sh+tless
imma sweep it with the stick & stack notes like dunder mifflin
playing the hand that i was dealt, not the chances that i’m given
once you see my toasters empty then you’ll know my bread has risen

car alarm blastin when the shots ring
make sure it’s all in 100 bills when we cop things
no oven mitt, we drop things , spit fire with the hot wings
& be cool with that, every time the doctor spit, school is back

second verse supreme, busting rockets off at your battleship
combustion when it touches, that’s what happens when the matter mix
all green received for the groceries when i bag it quick
i only keep the peace with a piece i’m not a pacifist
east coast villain aiming cannons at the protagonist
to clear the way, this is my jungle, f the inhabitants
you heard what they’ve been saying, you heard everybody’s side
rolex is a hundred thousand, you’ve got more money than time
son i’m using the straps on my holster, to help me keep climbing up
you know this not a toy cuz it spin, i didn’t wind it up
every brick i’ve touched, made it down without a fumble
every brick you’ve ever touched, hit the wall then slowly crumbled
you guys are broke, and have the nerve to be a grown ass man
she pay the rent, so that crib you’re in is no mans land
so imma keep spittin them shots, the barrel spins like disk
you’ll never hear another person who can write like this

- joel jungle lyrics

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