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MR. COOLA Songtext
von Kid Cudi

MR. COOLA Songtext

Yeah (huh)
You know (yeah, yeah)
I′m cool when it's just me all by myself
I′m cool when I'm (yeah) in front of thirty thousand people (yeah, yeah)
I'm cool when I′m with my chick (yeah)
I′m even cooler when I'm with your chick (yeah)
Cudi

Catch ′em coastin' (yeah) and I′m roastin' (uh)
- - lurkin′ on the low, please (huh) don't approach him (huh)
I'm givin′ Mr. Wayne, while in all black, I′m sippin' potion (yeah, yeah)
You think I - lost it, man, I really hate the notion (-)

I keep it light, Mr. Coola, do it right, now come on, - (yeah)
Cannot see me, me, me, me, me, what them - thinking? (Yeah, yuh)
Into the night, I′m geeking, - keep takin' my lighters, man (yeah)
Right back out on the streets with the freaks and the drinks
And the pills, and the thrills (yeah), damn (yuh, huh)


Whoo, whoo (-, yeah)
It′s the essence (uh-huh), coolin' when I′m out
Got to mixin', I'm mixin′, sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bounce, -, let you grab my wish, - -, man, I′m rich
Don't forget (huh), godly (huh) on my mama (huh)
Watch me flex my - (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, -, huh, -
Mr. Coola out the fridge
Baby, be my ace, dry my tank

Man, I bought his -, hustlin′ every week (grindin')
Do so much, I′m like a freak, you wonder how I sleep, sleep
While I'm walkin′ to my drippy beat, mosh pit over the seats (yeah)
Told that girl, don't focus on my dough (yeah)
But love her company (yeah, baby)

Oh, no, tequila in me
Who gon' double with your -?
All the liquor on me, man (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Baby girl say, "Run it back" (back)
I′m drinkin′ it, smokin', nigga, I′m potent
All of 'em with me smokin′, suckin' me (yeah)
She pop, she lovin′ me, uh (yeah)


It's the essence (uh-huh), coolin' when I′m out
Got to mixin′, I'm mixin′, sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bounce, -, let you grab my wish, - -, man, I'm rich
Don′t forget (huh), godly (huh) on my mama (huh, huh, huh)
Watch me flex my - (huh, huh, huh)
Huh, -, huh, -
Mr. Coola out the fridge (huh)
Baby, be my ace, dry my tank (yeah, yeah)

Huh, huh (yeah)
Huh (yeah, yeah)

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