Cool Fool
So I've addressed my problems
I never sleep at home
I go and drink most every night
That's thirty dollars out of sight
But if I stay in I'll be feeling so alone
Don't have an answer quite just yet so
I'll just try my best to be
Cool, try and keep it cool
But it be time and time again my darling
Now all the regrets are starting
Cool, try and keep it cool
But it be time and time again my darling
I'll just get to rest
Cool, try and keep it cool
Well it be time and time again my darling
Now all the regrets are starting
Cool, try and keep it cool
But it be time and time again my darling
I'll just get to rest
Sitting on the couch just watching TV with my cell
So I'll just wait around
Wait around till someone's hitting up my phone
I'm going out, I'm leaving
I'm such a
Fool, tell my mama I'm a fool
Spending all the cash I made tonight on
Whiskey shots and Miller Lite
Fool, tell my mama I'm a fool
Spending all the cash I made tonight on
Whiskey shots and Miller Lite
Fool, tell my mama I'm a fool
Coming home at six a.m. on Monday Night
I just can't do nothing right
Fool, tell my mama I'm a fool
Coming home at six a.m. on Monday night
Just don't feel right
I never sleep at home
I go and drink most every night
That's thirty dollars out of sight
But if I stay in I'll be feeling so alone
Don't have an answer quite just yet so
I'll just try my best to be
Cool, try and keep it cool
But it be time and time again my darling
Now all the regrets are starting
Cool, try and keep it cool
But it be time and time again my darling
I'll just get to rest
Cool, try and keep it cool
Well it be time and time again my darling
Now all the regrets are starting
Cool, try and keep it cool
But it be time and time again my darling
I'll just get to rest
Sitting on the couch just watching TV with my cell
So I'll just wait around
Wait around till someone's hitting up my phone
I'm going out, I'm leaving
I'm such a
Fool, tell my mama I'm a fool
Spending all the cash I made tonight on
Whiskey shots and Miller Lite
Fool, tell my mama I'm a fool
Spending all the cash I made tonight on
Whiskey shots and Miller Lite
Fool, tell my mama I'm a fool
Coming home at six a.m. on Monday Night
I just can't do nothing right
Fool, tell my mama I'm a fool
Coming home at six a.m. on Monday night
Just don't feel right
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Writer(s): Donato Pignetti
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