Coolin' ft. Sextrap Lyrics

I know you’re into me

I’m confident I know the secret to hacking your memory

Fly back to ‘17

You weren’t the enemy

I was just fucking my hand cause no one would talk to me

Yeah, I wear it on my sleeve

And I know the feeling

Yeah, I should have a million

I wrote a song for Selena

Nobody gave me a reason

I feel lower than dirt

I feel your shoes on the earth

I’m finna skip to desert

I’m icy bitch. This’ll hurt

Work

Coolin’

Coolin’

Coolin’

Yeah

Coolin’

Coolin’

Coolin’

I’m so suicidal

I could write the bible

I am dope and I know

Hazy when I lie low

Dangerous like Michael

Wheelie my bicycle

Blood in my veins so cold, like an icicle

Put your middle fingers to the sky

Heaven’s full of angels. You the devil in disguise.

Rest in peace to my dog

I miss the smell of her paws

I always knew I was Santa

You could have been Mrs. Claus

God

Coolin’

Coolin’

Coolin’

Yeah

Coolin’

Coolin’

Coolin’

I’m so suicidal

I could write the bible

I am dope and I know

Hazy when I lie low

Dangerous like Michael

Wheelie my bicycle

Blood in my veins so cold, like an icicle

I don’t ever want to see your face in the city where you left me

I don’t ever want to see you smile when you know that I can’t breathe

I look around

I look around

I look around

I look around

I look around

On the 25th, I drove around

I’m in your court bumping this loud

You never showed. Come to find out

Got what I asked for. I went all out

Don’t mean what I said. Always hold out

Back of my mind. I’d see you no doubt

When you’re in the city, please give me a shout