Lyrics Cool Aid - The Movement

Cool Aid

CHORUS:
You lie around and listen to the sound
Of the neighborhood children on the playground
You back away from what makes you afraid
'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway
Back in the day we knew we had it made
But didn’t even know the flavor of the cool aid
Now we back away from what makes us afraid
'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway
It’s red it’s blue, it’s sunk its teeth in you
The time’s tickin if you only knew
But I know it’s true and so I take a few
To bring the music back
And give the rest to you
So pump out the treble, pump out the bass
Stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste
Put on my cd and your poker face
Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste
So many colors and flavors tell me how do I savor the favor
Of giving all my cool aid to you
I’m marinating with you
Conversating with you
I never met ya but I bet it’s probably harder than you
Forget I’m smarter than you
Quick to elevate to higher ground
Loving what I’m living yo it doesn’t matter anyhow
And anyway, any day, anybody wanna say
Yo we never move, gladly step aside let ya play
And you finish laughing thinking they winners
I stand stout like a glass of guinness
Quickly diminish any fucking mc Who wants to battle with me From cool aid to high sea dog, we rockin it g Numerous hues, orange, yellows, purples, and blues
I’m flavalistically calling my shit
Tasteful abuse
Time for your juice, better let loose
Before you get sprayed
And fill the holes in your body with shots of cool aid
Open wide for me CHORUS
It’s orange and yellow, hard but can be mellow
Look it in the eye step back and say hello
Listen to me bellow like a bass or a cello
Maybe an alcoholic but a fine fresh fellow
So drop out the treble pump out the bass
Stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste
Put on my cd and your poker face
Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste
It’s pink it’s green
Nice but can be mean
Sip it down slow disrupt the whole scene
I might be a fiend but so fresh and so clean
Outkasted blasted to the outer ring
So drop out thetreble, pump out the bass
Stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste
Put on my cd and your poker face
Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste
CHORUS
Nice to know ya But you biting on my flow
And now you’re sippin' on my cool aid