Cooking (feat. Gyyps)

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm cooking looking for the hit that take me high
Looking for the book that figured it out, tell me why
Take away the hurt, I free my mind, just a reminder
Shaking off the pain like my doggy shake off the water

Swimming
Got to accept that if you don't keep kicking then you going under
Yo, did you hear thunder?
Yeah, when it be storming you still gotta kick it or you'll likely go missin'
I fill myself up, no prescription
I take a deep breath, now they say that I've risen
Keep floating, keep swimming,
I'm singing like Dory, now I can't stop looking
Cause once I accepted, I found it, I'm feeling this hit
They not at practice, they at the games
That's why they think that I don't miss
I tell you this, I love to miss
I love to lose, I love the blues
That's why I'm winning
I tell you this, I love to miss
I love to lose, I love the blues
That's why I'm winning
Yeah, I tell you this

I'm cooking, I'm looking for the hit that take me high
Looking for the book that figured it out, tell me why
Take away the hurt, I free my mind, just a reminder
Shaking off the pain like my doggie shake off the water

Cooking these bitches like carne asada, braised carnitas
Burns, yeah
Ran off on her for breakfast, showing my stripes Adidas
Lil' hiatus, gone for the weekend, fucking my data up
I'm geeking, shallow, she ain't got three friends
She too fine to have a deep end
I crashed with you but can't whip that limit
Your card's up, I can't help that limit
Bands can't heal the wounds from out your past girl
And I know that feeling
Moon roof and your windows down
You rolling around to get something nice
Popping tags like dynamite
Just imagine you die tonight
This don't mean a thing
The walls you build, the bridges burned
The pants you want that won't impress your friends at all
What you ain't earned is gone tomorrow
Fate, I'm ensuring that allstate
Do me no promo, do me no fashion
Do me no FOMO, do me no acting
Back end fractions, long-ass captions
Long-ass emails, shopping at Maxfield
You can't write the will, no matter what's in your will
Leave with some double C's, shit I ain't never seen it
Retail for therapy, shit I'm still guilty with it

Cooking, I'm looking for the hit that take me high
Looking for the book, that figured it out, tell me why
Take away the hurt and free my mind, just a reminder

Shaking off the pain like my doggy shake off the water
Shake off the water



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Buisson
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