Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing is Cool, artist - McEnroe
Date of issue: 15.11.2004
Song language: English
Nothing is Cool |
And it all revolves around how money is made |
Best believe your hero has a closet full of skeletons |
Telling him lies with a mouth full of Aspartame |
Selling out for a life full after fame |
Shelling out for status is insane |
Yelling out but you’re speaking to a vacuum |
Not as pretty when you’re puking in the bathroom |
The dirtiest deals conducted in the boardroom |
The owner’s son forgotten for a signing bonus |
They sold us a beautiful facade |
Carefully constructed but tragically flawed |
So face facts for your fake fake acts |
Cause when the case cracks can the fame take back? |
Admit you’re stuck playing a part time sucker |
Who sold his soul out to have his face on a sticker somewhere |
Look in the mirror |
Gaze at a fool |
Cash in your checks |
Go back to school |
You wanna be up on what’s hip and what rules |
Then talk about nothing cause nothing is cool |
It ain’t about the money |
Forget about the jewels |
Get a real job, drop out of school |
You wanna be up on what’s fresh and what rules |
Then talk about nothing cause nothing is cool |
Martini’s and cigars, luxury cars |
Does anybody here give a fuck who we are? |
Rappers and singers, pimps and actors |
All been has beens since this time last year |
Retro-neuvo, west coast, electro |
Ain’t a damn thing change but the tempo |
Wack is hella cool, cool is hella wack |
Do these people here need me to tell 'em that? |
Avant garde, hardcore revisionist |
Boutique labels going out of business |
Graffiti t-shirts, pastel track pants |
Learn to break dance cause now’s your last chance |
Emo is female, macks a bitch made |
Cool to me is a comb that’s a switchblade |
Just grab a bat and smash the pinata |
Rock two of these like Flash and Bambaataa |
Baby mom’s put their kids in camo |
Pop music lyrics out of Guns & Ammo |
Mash up’s made and the tunes just might clash |
Asian kids all dress up like white trash |
Turn off the video, rap it all hurts me |
A bunch of midgets in basketball jerseys |
Rich kids take up political causes |
Collect welfare and get a few problems |
With good teeth and skin that’s just flawless |
Claiming poverty, that shit is obnoxious |
Try too hard on some wannabe shit |
Spitting throwback flow for a novelty hit |
Cool |
Cause I don’t get upset though |
Put down the mic and go boycott Esso |
Get low to it and do what you can |
I don’t care what’s cool to you and your man |
I saw homeboy with chains and a tracksuit |
The look on his grill, like he just pulled a jack move |
He fronts hard in a '97 Jag |
But his neck’s gone green and car is dealer tagged |
And the girl at the mall with the platinum card |
Bags carried by home private security guard |
She gives you a look, like you’re something she owns |
But she’s gonna get grounded when she gets home |
And the rock star that you waited long in line for |
A V.I.P. |
to finally meet him on tour |
With so much in common |
You’re sure to be best bros |
He says two words than steps to his next show |
The dream so real, reality is pitiful |
So don’t put me on top of your pedestal |
Kept a distance for a specific purpose |
You might not like what’s under the surface |