Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cool Off, artist - Wale. Album song Folarin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Monster
Song language: English
Cool Off |
Sometimes you gotta give a nigga a little bit of space you know |
Gotta cool off you know |
And all I’m saying is like, spoil me with your consistency |
Always remain the same you and you won’t have to worry about a different me |
Let’s get it |
I ain’t your boyfriend, we got a understandin' |
Titles for soap operas, why is you so dramatic |
Why is you over-exaggerating with all the chatter |
Slappin' me on my back, hoping that something happen |
Give me a second or two, that’s why I ain’t messin' with you |
Hangin' me on so you can holler domestic abuse |
See it’s time that a nigga roll |
Things have gone awry and you tryna change a nigga role |
Never trust a bitch just tryna be a side bitch |
They just fly enough to out-connive the prior one |
And it be fine to just get high and let the time run |
But all that bullshit cryin' got me tryna tell you I’m done |
Just give me a second to cool off |
If you respect me then take a second and cool off |
Sit and reflect, these imperfections is with us all |
Wrap up a blunt and we wrap it up when it’s — hol' up |
Give me a second to cool off |
If you respect me then take a second and cool off |
Sit and reflect, these imperfections is with us all |
Light up another and we discuss when it’s all gone |
Oh baby |
Keep it cool cuz I’mma lose it, you gon' lose on my love |
Oh baby |
Keep it cool cuz I’mma lose it, you gon' lose on my love |
Nah this ain’t no deep shit, this ain’t no we shit |
This is that honesty, that’s how it’s gotta be shit |
Gotta say peace to you when you on that weak shit |
I’m on that see you out in public and don’t speak shit |
You ain’t my main joant, we got a understandin' |
She catchin' feelings and now them feelings is hard to manage |
She broke up with her man, threw me all in the middle |
Let’s keep it real doe, you probably thinkin' I’d be your pillow |
Thinkin' I’d be your shoulder, you tell me what’s on your temple |
In turn you givin' me lip our bodies is inconsistent |
So pardon my starin' but see your body is so prolific |
A body magnificent make designer she worth expenses |
And every woman over 20 want a perfect man |
And 20 something women just want someone understand |
But as you live and learn, and you love and lose |
By 40 somethin' you lucky if someone give a damn |
So we can just enjoy the company of one another |
And I only answer the phone if it’s Warner Brothers |
Rozay and some others, that mean it’s numbers comin' |
See money talkin' that little box, end of discussion |