Cool Your Jets

Debbie is burned out on the downers
So she heads back to the counter
The clerk looks at her as she leans in with a grin and says to him
It's the hour to collect my power
My power, my power

Coming in hot
Cool your jets, cool your jets
Ready or not
Do your best, do your best

She met her shadow in the valley
And evolves in a seven eleven alley
She twirls her baton at the Parthenon
In little Athens hear her laughing

Coming in hot
Cool your jets, cool your jets
Ready or not
Do your best, do your best

Milk, peppers and cocaine
Silk tempers a lad insane
Like the chip crumbs at the bottom of the bag
He looks at his cig bummed and takes a drag
He says "Debbie, there's no guarantee your dreams will mean anything...
But maybe stick around, fuck it up + find out and see"

Coming in hot
Cool your jets, cool your jets
Ready or not
Do your best, do your best

Put your foot down and put on your crown
Put your foot down and put on your crown
Put your foot down and put on your crown
Your crown
Your crown



Credits
Writer(s): Mikayla Lewis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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