Cool Your Jets Lyrics

Debbie is burned out on the downers

So she heads back to the counter

The clerk looks at her as she leans in with a grin and says to him

It's the hour to collect my power

My power, my power

Coming in hot

Cool your jets, cool your jets

Ready or not

Do your best, do your best

She met her shadow in the valley

And evolves in a seven eleven alley

She twirls her baton at the Parthenon

In little Athens hear her laughing

Coming in hot

Cool your jets, cool your jets

Ready or not

Do your best, do your best

Milk, peppers and cocaine

Silk tempers a lad insane

Like the chip crumbs at the bottom of the bag

He looks at his cig bummed and takes a drag

He says "Debbie, there's no guarantee your dreams will mean anything…

But maybe stick around, fuck it up + find out and see"

Coming in hot

Cool your jets, cool your jets

Ready or not

Do your best, do your best

Put your foot down and put on your crown

Put your foot down and put on your crown

Put your foot down and put on your crown

Your crown

Your crown