Lupe Fiasco "The Coolest" |
(Intro) The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what (Hook Two - Lupe Fiasco) Lord please have sympathy And forgive my Cool Young History As the coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what (Verse One - Lupe Fiasco) I love the Lord, but sometimes it's like that I love me more I love the peace and I love the war I love the seas and I love the shore No love for no beach, baby that's law But she doesn't see therefore I spoil I trip, I fall, run up in raw I love her with all my heart Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart She said that she would give me greatness, Stat-us, placement above the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers, Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen Her eyes glows green with the logo of our dreams The purpose of our scene, our obscene obsession for the bling She would be my queen, I could be her king, together She would make me cool and we would both rule forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure ever again And if the rain stops and every thing's dry She would cry just so I could drink the tears from her eyes She teach me how to fly Even cushion my fall if my engines ever stall And I plummet from the sky But she would keep me high And if I ever die she would commission my image on to her bosom Or maybe she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven, set the fires in Hell and I'll be (Hook One - Lupe Fiasco) The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what (Hook Two - Lupe Fiasco) Lord please have sympathy And forgive my Cool Young History As the coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what (Verse Two - Lupe Fiasco) And so began our reign The Trinity, her and I came No weather man could ever stand where her and I can **Hurricane** Hella hard, umbrella whatever, put plywood over Pella pains And pray to God that the flood subside 'Cause you gonna need a sub 'til he does reply And not one of Jared's, you think it's all errant And everything's ivory, another supply That means anotha July inside my endless summer That was just the eye of the Unger Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest Amongst the younger outstanding achieving up-and-comers The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas But not well enough to keep 'em from us The ones that were fightin' in class who might not pass Rap record pressured the lab, had a life not fast "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" That's what I got asked "Do I love her? Do I love her?" Said, "I don't know" Streets got my heart, Game got my soul One times when sunshine would never hurt your soul To a cryin' dishonored baby momma Who's a momma to her daughter that I had fathered from afar My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace with a solid gold key like the starter of a car The opener of a door, or two pounds of raw You gave me a baby, but what about lately? Then ha ha ha ha ha ha ha right up in her face G there's more fish in the sea I'm on my mission to be (Hook One - Lupe Fiasco) The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what (Hook Two - Lupe Fiasco) Lord please have sympathy And forgive my Cool Young History As the coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what The coolest nigga what (Outro - Lupe Fiasco) Come, these are the tales of The Cool Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school And seek unholy grails like a fool And hang with the players of the pool Fast talkin' all the hustle No Heaven up above you No Hell underneath ye And no one will receive thee So shed no tear when we're not here And keep your faith as we chase The Cool Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |