All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school
The fuck is up, nothing punk, you think that fucking you're cool
Where people spraying their tools, which is playing it cool,
After this eighth be high like out of middle school
Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon
The only cool thing i can say is that i gave you my heart too soon
It all goes back to when i dropped outta school
Being able to collab is so cool
Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown
Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
Forget about being the coolest, cause who is, to decide what cool is?
I flash smiles at the mean looks
That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours
My talent should take me places i've never been
My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,
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