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terrance b - coolin' lyrics

[verse 1: terrance b]

coolin’ wit my n-ggas on a friday
keep the weed lit, p-ss it ’round like one way
three blunts, gotta keep em all in rotation
i hope you not judging me off of my medication
i need a vacation, somewhere i don’t need my car though
put it in the bank, later i can far go
“this n-gga trippin’ like forgettin’ sarah marshall”
“terrance, why you do this sh-t?”
n-gga, i don’t really know
consider myself a n-gga with cl-ss
well, besides the fact i’m literally a n-gga with cl-sses
college fund? none
this job got me more f-cked up than this weed
now they’re rolling up another one, lighting up another blunt
told them i was broke and i got em on the next one
earlier today bought four college books
cost 500 had me with a stupid look
financial aid out of the question, i don’t get none of it
got blessed, two jays now i’m taking up a double hit
look left and right and p-ss respectively
sit back, and think about life collectively
think about my future and my life expectancy
think about what i’mma do, when i’mma graduate?
and how the f-ck am i gon’ eat with an empty plate?
and how my family gonna eat if i don’t make no cake?
where do i fit in society?
will i live loud?
or die quietly?
how’s this land equal opportunity?
and what the f-ck do they really mean by diplomacy?
i’m too high for this sh-t, let me hit the ground
bro, p-ss the plate i’m tryna come down
ate a handful of dorito chips
laid on the couch and then p-ssed out
…..p-ssed out
laid on the couch and then p-ssed out

[verse 2: terrance b]

they say that weed is a drug that can harm, but see
to me it’s just a plant that can calm my needs
because i’m way too high for low self esteem
and right now i’m not even worried about my green
f-cked up work sp-ce, no sympathy
because to them i’m just a worker for their company
i hate american corporations and currency
the reason that i’m in this situation currently
another blunt? on me, i’mma take like three puffs
guilt settin’ in cus i’m smoking for free but
i’mma make it up to my n-ggas
when i make it out the hood i’mma take my n-ggas with me
we hear them gunshots and i feel a lot of pity
another n-gga dead when he could’ve been chillin’
i wanna make it out, settle down, have children
god d-mn n-gga really hope he have children
police p-ss n-gga in the back seat
they see a dealer
i see a n-gga tryna eat
all money ain’t clean, thats just how the story goes
cash rules everything bruh, i guess that was they goal
i hope i see success, cus that’s the ultimate goal
i’mma grind hard
f-ck sittin’ and waitin’ bro
until the day i die ima break the mold
and pull up in that muhf-ckin’ gold lambo
till then i’m
coolin’ with my n-ggas on a friday
coolin’ with my n-ggas on a friday
coolin’ with my n-ggas on a friday

- terrance b lyrics

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