COOL SUMMER Lyrics

Cool summer

Yeah mhm

Yeah mhm

Mm yeah

Cool summer

The boy pray for a cool summer

Back with the tools I'm coming

Hard to get like gingerbread

They eating on a full stomach

And I'm feeding them more

Already broke down the door

Glass all over the floor

Tip-toeing over your halls

You'll never see my coming but I'm always feeding some stomachs

God forbid that I plummet

Holding up so many things

And he thinks "fuck the king"

As he swings over these things that will sting but he just keeps going

Cool summer

The baby pictures hit different now when I know your story

Back when you used to kick it back with Tory

Never felt victory or glory

And there's a lot of bullshit that I held in my inventory

Nevermind his prehistory, It's always gory

I look at you and forget this grit like Dory

But we can keep climbing these rocks till my hands hurt

We can name all of these things unlike a band's shirt

Cool summer

She put a little sauce with it like Drake

She's a force with it

She shows me that cake then I'm touring it

I'm going in, I'm flowing in

If you see my stumbling know it's never bumbling

You can feel the rumbling while I'm summoning

It's bubbling up, I'm always running from nothing

I've been tumbling up, it's always puzzling

She's always hitting me up, I'm always juggling

And I'm cutting it up while shes-

Cool summer, Cool summer

Cool summer, Cool summer

Coming with the bullshit

Clips fully loaded

You'll never see what I was holding

I fucking hate Elvis and Joe Rogan

Ahh I don't know

Cool summer (It was freestyle)

You mother fuckers will not "Rage Against The Machine" me

Where it's like "Oh It's Rage For The Machine" Ok

If I ever become a billionaire I want you to cut my fucking head off

Cool summer, Cool summer (That make sense? Cool)

Cool summer, Cool summer

Cool summer, Cool summer

Cool summer, Cool summer