Cool Out
Dark clouds even when it's not a bad day
Get fried when I scramble like a cracked egg
Feel watched during days like a matinee
Make a song where I flex, why are you brag, A
I don't know, maybe it's for clout
Maybe it's because I'm not so happy 'bout myself
Maybe it's the girls
Or maybe it's my crowd
Maybe it's about the thousand hours that I shout right into my mic
Write some lightning in a night
Find some lighting in my life
And I am trying cause I might never be back to write lines with heat raps
I might shine, by alas, I'm LeBron in Heat-Mavs
A big loss, but we back right now
Heard you eat ass, bite down
You just a little bottom feeder
You ain't gonna try defeat us
Lying fetal like a fetus
Writing lines like I'm Adidas, pipe down
Hear a little pitter patter from the other side
Said I'm not your favorite rapper, that's another lie
I'm not fucking with you homie, or those other guys
Tryna find myself a plan, tell me what's the vibes
Then the sun will rise, so we kick back and watch it
The shit that's nostalgic
I miss that, but honestly think that there's solace in knowing you got it
I ink that as promise
Now hold up, I'm hoping for a shoulder
I try to mold to older like my phone a Motorola
I'm smoking on some doja, you notice by the odor
This shit came right from Boulder and it hit me like a boulder
Sicker than Ebola
I hit her with an hola
If I'm fully pulling then I go to motorboat her
Never known to fold up ever since I glowed up
I was having no fun ever since I think like '01
Get fried when I scramble like a cracked egg
Feel watched during days like a matinee
Make a song where I flex, why are you brag, A
I don't know, maybe it's for clout
Maybe it's because I'm not so happy 'bout myself
Maybe it's the girls
Or maybe it's my crowd
Maybe it's about the thousand hours that I shout right into my mic
Write some lightning in a night
Find some lighting in my life
And I am trying cause I might never be back to write lines with heat raps
I might shine, by alas, I'm LeBron in Heat-Mavs
A big loss, but we back right now
Heard you eat ass, bite down
You just a little bottom feeder
You ain't gonna try defeat us
Lying fetal like a fetus
Writing lines like I'm Adidas, pipe down
Hear a little pitter patter from the other side
Said I'm not your favorite rapper, that's another lie
I'm not fucking with you homie, or those other guys
Tryna find myself a plan, tell me what's the vibes
Then the sun will rise, so we kick back and watch it
The shit that's nostalgic
I miss that, but honestly think that there's solace in knowing you got it
I ink that as promise
Now hold up, I'm hoping for a shoulder
I try to mold to older like my phone a Motorola
I'm smoking on some doja, you notice by the odor
This shit came right from Boulder and it hit me like a boulder
Sicker than Ebola
I hit her with an hola
If I'm fully pulling then I go to motorboat her
Never known to fold up ever since I glowed up
I was having no fun ever since I think like '01
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Dashevsky
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