breadless.
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in
the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
(Woo!)
I'm on the move, (move) like I got something to prove, I walk fast and I'm certified smooth, with a big old bag up under my bicep, don't talk shit, you ain't speaking my dialect, you load slow like dial-up internet
Off my dick when I'm in my groove, ice cold heart, how I keep my cool, (chillin) eating lemon pepper out back by the pool, wrote a brand new track while I scratch my jewels
I didn't buy Jordans but the jeans brand new, so I'm back at it with the Levi crew, and she wouldn't believe all the things I do, nor would she approve but I'm
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in
the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
I got this drink in my hand, I got my toes in the sand, I got my bros in the studio asking me when are you dropping again, I'm on top of it man let me bounce (man let me bounce)
I'm sick of moving around, I wanna buy me a house by the lake and vacation outside of the states, take a plane up to Spain and then hop on a train
Head to Paris just for lunch with the gang, got a gaggle of goons and they calling my name, hitting me up just to tell me it ain't what they thought it would be but they love it the same
Don't hit me up just to tell me I changed, that's a no brainer I'm better in various ways, I gotta get my ass back on the stage
Back on the stage, back on the stage yeah
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in
the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
(Woo!)
I'm on the move, (move) like I got something to prove, I walk fast and I'm certified smooth, with a big old bag up under my bicep, don't talk shit, you ain't speaking my dialect, you load slow like dial-up internet
Off my dick when I'm in my groove, ice cold heart, how I keep my cool, (chillin) eating lemon pepper out back by the pool, wrote a brand new track while I scratch my jewels
I didn't buy Jordans but the jeans brand new, so I'm back at it with the Levi crew, and she wouldn't believe all the things I do, nor would she approve but I'm
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in
the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
I got this drink in my hand, I got my toes in the sand, I got my bros in the studio asking me when are you dropping again, I'm on top of it man let me bounce (man let me bounce)
I'm sick of moving around, I wanna buy me a house by the lake and vacation outside of the states, take a plane up to Spain and then hop on a train
Head to Paris just for lunch with the gang, got a gaggle of goons and they calling my name, hitting me up just to tell me it ain't what they thought it would be but they love it the same
Don't hit me up just to tell me I changed, that's a no brainer I'm better in various ways, I gotta get my ass back on the stage
Back on the stage, back on the stage yeah
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in
the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
Too cool, calm and collected, told my momma I'm about to go breadless, no more money in the bank, no breakfast on my plate, spilled milk, no eggs left
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Writer(s): Mason Sova
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