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Cool (ft. Mike G)

On a dark night in the city

Of broken eagles, they fly

Play it coolStrumming the notes on the guitar

While I'm rocking my leather Mercedez coat like the R in the cut

Licking my wounds and soaking my scars

Crib full of empty bottles of liquor, broken cigars

On a table, going Ninja ? on the cable

When that dance make my stance unstable

Hem the bottom of my pants with staples

I split 'em with symmetry like a bagel

Play tic-tac-toe on your cheek with the razor cut up your facial

Sprinkle the magic dust on the reefer

Gutter creature, rap pornographic snuff double feature

I'm bubbling something up in the beaker

The night creeper, motivational mic speaker

Wallet ring like a Motorolla device beeper

Light sleeper, leave em shook with a light seizureOn a dark night in the city

Of broken eagles, they fly

No don't stress me

Check my leather so

? don't test me

Play it cool

Play it cool

Play it coolI got that shit for him, I'm finna flush it to you

It's nothing to you sending threats, I'm rushing to you

Have the little homie run it to you, then run into you

Like an intersection, and now you been intercepted

I end a session when the weed's all gone

Like a gardener, just working the hose on the lawn

But I'm a king to a pawn on the chess board

That stresses scores stuck in a square, just press 4

I'm sitting with the best, throwin' the game, picture the picture

In the the same frame of mind, Tarantino official

Couple cameras in the building, the body of work

Mentally a work out, your brain, your body will hurt

Niggas neck broken and bitches' bodies twerk

I swear I get jobs every corner looking for work

Black leather coat, let 'em know the boy is boss

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And any cars, don't never cross

Don't never get involved

Be the next mystery that's unsolved

Good lordOn a dark night in the city

Of broken eagles, they fly

No don't stress me

Check my leather so

? don't test me

Play it cool

Play it cool

Play it cool

Play it cool

Play it cool

Play it coolI've been feeling old

I got demons on my soul when I'm writing

The beat play the role of a seat on a bike how I ride it

My vices proposed to me nights when I'm trapped in this pain

Ain't my wife when the light drizzle tap on the pain

I'm inside with them

When the sky clear up, still inside tripping

You can see I ain't been sleeping in my eyes, nigga

In the mirror throwing hands, I don't toss fights

I'm heavyweight, get a load of these light niggas

Looking washed online like light linen drying

I'm through trying with niggas

I'm gifted cause my eyes work in different

And I be seeing straight through the skies as my nigga

And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these bitches

And these guys what's the difference, I despise of 'em

I dispose of 'em too, I'm a trashman

You don't want trouble dude

Dirt from the shovel on a low bubble Goose

You a coyote fucking with a roadrunner fool

Bitch, you know what it do

Songwriters

ALAN DANIEL MAMAN, MICHAEL JACKSON, SAM HERRING, THEBE KGOSITSILEPublished by

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