Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cool Kids, artist - SK8. Date of issue: 15.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cool Kids |
| I’ve been gettin' high just to forget the lows |
| People come around me and beg for the dough |
| When they need money, they know where to go |
| The see me winnin', my pockets on fold |
| Went and bought a new car, new crib |
| Same swag with a new fit |
| Never cared 'bout that school shit |
| I was out every night kickin' it with all the cool kids |
| On some cool shit, never thought I’d do shit |
| Doin' drugs and my mama wasn’t cool with it |
| Papa could hit the stool shit, came up cruel shit |
| 'Cause my crew lit, tripped and fell into a new hit |
| Ooh shit, I’m ruthless with the music |
| They clueless when they say I couldn’t do this |
| You foolish, I been livin' in the booth, bitch |
| Now we take the elevator where the roof is where the views is |
| I did it on my own to be the man |
| I did it for the fam, got the city in my hand |
| Blue hunnids stretchin' out my rubber band, man |
| And lately I been stressin', so I hit the Xan, man, like |
| I’ve been gettin' high just to forget the lows |
| People come around me and beg for the dough |
| When they need money, they know where to go |
| The see me winnin', my pockets on fold |
| Went and bought a new car, new crib |
| Same swag with a new fitted |
| Never cared 'bout that school shit |
| I was out every night kickin' it with all the cool kids |
| Okay, we changed up, damn straight |
| Sorry for the wait, we been gettin' to the cake |
| I apologize in advance if you tryna hit my phone |
| I been workin' 'til like 6 up in the morn' |
| Gettin' dome from a bitch, she with the shits |
| She come to the crib, shawty know just what it is |
| Pull up to the Ritz, valet to assist |
| Smokin' up the sweet, everybody gettin' lit |
| We pull up like the dream team, my squad lit |
| Yeah, we be some green fiends, we all lit |
| I feel like it’s my time now to get on |
| I gave my shawty hard dick that she can sit on |
| But it gon' never be enough |
| Where my homies that gon' ride when the times get tough? |
| Got my shorties in the Bay |
| Strip club gettin' bud, throwin' money on they ass |
| This the shit they ain’t used to and won’t get |
| My lifestyle so damn different than you kids |
| Never had a problem with bein' too real |
| Got more pride than a football field |
| I’ve been gettin' high just to forget the lows |
| People come around me and beg for the dough |
| When they need money, they know where to go |
| The see me winnin', my pockets on fold |
| New car, new crib |
| Same swag with a new fitted |
| Never cared 'bout that school shit |
| I was out every night kickin' it with all the cool kids |
| Cool kids, cool kids |
| Yeah, cool kids, yeah, the cool kids, yeah |
| I never cared 'bout that school shit |
| I was out every night kickin' it with all the cool kids |
| Cool kids, cool kids |
| Yeah, cool kids, yeah, the cool kids, yeah |
| I never cared 'bout that school shit |
| I was out every night kickin' it with all the cool kids |