| Uh, I used to want to be one of the cool kids
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| Walk around with new shoes, bag all the chicks in school kids
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| Smoke reef, have beef, keep a tool kid
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| But I was so far from that, I was too drid
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| We all livin' in the hood, it’s feelin' like I’m the brokest
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| Relate to the conversations 'til they ask me where the dope is
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| Not only am I hopeless, I’m hoeless
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| I never told a soul about emotions, I wrote it
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| Maybe I’m too focused
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| Lovin' bitches, niggas was dubbin'
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| Never cuffin', sittin' in class while they was cuttin'
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| My mind racin', missin' from the littest occasions
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| Prize got my eyes like a Asians
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| Lecturin' my niggas like a Caucasian
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| Knowin' that it’s more to see, block had squat to offer me
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| Cats laughin', dyin' and dyin' at little Brian bein' Brian
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| I used to want to be one of the cool kids
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| I used to want to be one of the cool kids
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Uh, I used to want to be one of the cool kids
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| Now I am one
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| Really got plans now, I don’t gotta pretend son
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| I make rap heaters, a young black leader
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| The OG’s sigh of relief, teens teacher
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| Teachers go from urgin' your parents to beat ya
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| Now they want you to speak up to the kids in the bleachers
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| Tell 'em how to defeat the devils
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| And how it all starts on a educational level
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| So now I look up and try to speak of somethin' positive
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| Like why to live and apply for them colleges
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| Look around and it’s a lot of kids
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| But they don’t rock with this
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| They wanna know how much my follows is
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| I seen niggas in schools tryna preach they story
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| When the message arrives, I’m asleep, they bore me
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| These youngins want more
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| Want flow, want dough, want blow
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| You ask how I know?
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| I used to want to be one of the cool kids
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| I used to want to be one of the cool kids
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Yeah, uh, I’m cool like that, I’m cool like that
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| I’m cool like that? |
| Yeah, I’m cool like that
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| Cool like that, cool like that
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| Cool like that? |
| One more time
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| I said I’m cool like that, I’m cool like that
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| I’m cool like that? |
| Yeah, I’m cool like that
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| Cool like that, cool like that, yeah, uh
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| I used to wanna be one of the cool kids
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| Now all the ones that I know is dead
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| If not physically, then in the head
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| Searchin' for bread, still gettin' into drama
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| Tucked in they bomber, Smith & Wesson’s stressin' they mama
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| Workin' a 9 to 5, but they slackin'
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| Clothes is mismatchin', they tryna fit in with the latest fashion
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| Friends that used to set trends, now big followers
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| Shawties that could of been ladies, dick swallowers
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| Brutal I know, it’s crazy how life go
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| They tellin' everybody in boy’s and girl’s high be like Stro
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| Like, «Who?
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| Oh, he went here? |
| I ain’t even notice
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| I never see Stro in the hood, this nigga bogus»
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| When I was stuck in the hood, nobody cared about me
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| Now they question my existence every time they hear about me
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| But life got it’s perks
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| Nah I’m not popular, but my mama ain’t gotta work
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| Fuck bitches (Uh), get money (Uh)
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| Fuck bitches (What? Uh), get money (Uh)
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| Fuck bitches (Yeah), get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money
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| Fuck bitches (Uh), get money (Uh)
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| Fuck bitches (What? Uh), get money (Uh)
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| Fuck bitches (Uh, yeah), get money
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| Fuck bitches, get money |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Cool Kid , by - Stro. Song from the album Grade A Frequencies, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп