Coolin'
I know you're into me
I'm confident I know the secret to hacking your memory
Fly back to '17
You weren't the enemy
I was just fucking my hand cause no one would talk to me
Yeah, I wear it on my sleeve
And I know the feeling
Yeah, I should have a million
I wrote a song for Selena
Nobody gave me a reason
I feel lower than dirt
I feel your shoes on the earth
I'm finna skip to desert
I'm icy bitch. This'll hurt
Work
Coolin'
Coolin'
Coolin'
Yeah
Coolin'
Coolin'
Coolin'
I'm so suicidal
I could write the bible
I am dope and I know
Hazy when I lie low
Dangerous like Michael
Wheelie my bicycle
Blood in my veins so cold, like an icicle
Put your middle fingers to the sky
Heaven's full of angels. You the devil in disguise
Rest in peace to my dog
I miss the smell of her paws
I always knew I was Santa
You could have been Mrs. Claus
God
Coolin'
Coolin'
Coolin'
Yeah
Coolin'
Coolin'
Coolin'
I'm so suicidal
I could write the bible
I am dope and I know
Hazy when I lie low
Dangerous like Michael
Wheelie my bicycle
Blood in my veins so cold, like an icicle
I don't ever want to see your face in the city where you left me
I don't ever want to see you smile when you know that I can't breathe
I look around
I look around
I look around
I look around
I look around
On the 25th, I drove around
I'm in your court bumping this loud
You never showed. Come to find out
Got what I asked for. I went all out
Don't mean what I said. Always hold out
Back of my mind. I'd see you no doubt
When you're in the city, please give me a shout
I'm confident I know the secret to hacking your memory
Fly back to '17
You weren't the enemy
I was just fucking my hand cause no one would talk to me
Yeah, I wear it on my sleeve
And I know the feeling
Yeah, I should have a million
I wrote a song for Selena
Nobody gave me a reason
I feel lower than dirt
I feel your shoes on the earth
I'm finna skip to desert
I'm icy bitch. This'll hurt
Work
Coolin'
Coolin'
Coolin'
Yeah
Coolin'
Coolin'
Coolin'
I'm so suicidal
I could write the bible
I am dope and I know
Hazy when I lie low
Dangerous like Michael
Wheelie my bicycle
Blood in my veins so cold, like an icicle
Put your middle fingers to the sky
Heaven's full of angels. You the devil in disguise
Rest in peace to my dog
I miss the smell of her paws
I always knew I was Santa
You could have been Mrs. Claus
God
Coolin'
Coolin'
Coolin'
Yeah
Coolin'
Coolin'
Coolin'
I'm so suicidal
I could write the bible
I am dope and I know
Hazy when I lie low
Dangerous like Michael
Wheelie my bicycle
Blood in my veins so cold, like an icicle
I don't ever want to see your face in the city where you left me
I don't ever want to see you smile when you know that I can't breathe
I look around
I look around
I look around
I look around
I look around
On the 25th, I drove around
I'm in your court bumping this loud
You never showed. Come to find out
Got what I asked for. I went all out
Don't mean what I said. Always hold out
Back of my mind. I'd see you no doubt
When you're in the city, please give me a shout
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Bent, Luke Baird
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