Lyrics Cactus Cooler ft. Claire Maisto - Cado, Claire Maisto

Cactus Cooler ft. Claire Maisto

I’ll probably be a fucking legend, get on top of me
That’s what 2Pac said, I’m trying to turn that 2 to 3
To 3 to 4, need more and more
That order up so order more
That beach to beach to shore to shore
Keep it knocking, door to door
Fell off the couch, we hit the floor
That kitchen sink, you lock the door?
Shit, tell your dad I’m a real nice dude though
Firm hand shake, help him skim the pool though
I k' nines, not talking poodles
Spend the whole day if you in the mood though
Hit Chipotle if we talking food though
Get a bowl up to-go, we got lots to do, yo
This watch ain’t no A.P., I don’t drive no fucking Porches
In high school I was AP, college place out english courses
Got a way with words, good with the pen, good with the keyboard
Now them keys open doors
You a little too turnt, turn your key in the door
Don’t make too much noise parents on the …3rd floor?
Damn, that’s a big ass house
Heard me before, what you know 'bout
How I flew out west just to heat up the winter
Now my crew don’t rest, and we eating that dinner
'cause this summer I ain’t finna say «next summer I’m finna»
College Dropout, drop in, hang ten
We could do it right now, right-, right when?
That shit retro
You could take me back, you could take me back, let’s go
Like that shit retro
You could take me back, you could take me back, let’s go
Go
I think I’ve seen that before
(Oooo Oooo)
I know I’ve seen that before
Timeless, time spent
Don’t know where the time went
I been looking for something, just don’t know where to find it
In every way she’s past them ratchets
Hemingway, I read them classics
Light up with a book of matches
Pageless, ageless, vintage fashion
Drive that thing like I know where to go
While we ride 'round town with nowhere to go
Or we could lay out in the sun, take it slow
Or we could get down, play it loud as it goes
She interrupt me like «whoa, where is this going?»
I said «I don’t love you, but ILoveMakkonen»
So you know I had to swerve on her, I had to swerve
Bet I hit a nerve, bet I get what I deserve
When a boy so wavy you just gotta let him surf
«damn that boy crazy, I don’t think he from the earth»
Well I am, and my vision is scenic
Shit so bright that I can’t even see it
I put my Clubmasters on so you know that I mean it
And then my boy pass the strong and we getting so weeded
But I don’t even need it
And I don’t know how y’all get so conceited
You better take the script home, sit down, reread it
Re-see it
Beyond sight
'cause this Technicolor not black and white
But don’t be rude, girl let’s just cruise
That Deja Vu, Dazed & Confused, that Moulin Rouge
Just me and you, like
You so groovy, right?
I’m telling you, we could make a movie tonight
I ain’t really know what you be like
We could throw it back
We could throw it back
Yeah, you so groovy, right?
I’m telling you, we could make a movie tonight
I ain’t really down with the times
I’ma throw it back
I’ma throw it back
I think I’ve seen that before
(Oooo Oooo)
I know I’ve seen that before