EXTRA KOOL - We, Myself And I lyrics

rate me

It's just me and Big Time, sitting pretty sipping,

Kool-aid, pockets on tight, cause my girl had a

School day, ring a ling a ling, the cell phone starts

To speak, I love all the sexy voices, but she's

Only eighteen, rocking gear so sweet, I became a

Diabetic, she had multi-colored hair and a smile

That's electric, feeling ever apathetic, setting

Traps like Eddie Haskel, little shorty's got style

Mr.Kool's a dirty rascal, swim the pound to the

Castle, writing lyrics on the page, taking scissors

To the words, watch me try and get paid, still

A mouth that cascades, watch her ribs spark the

Interest, it's only Extra Kool in script, it only

Hurts if your wicked, offer stands if you wish it,

We're dropping cuts like Sweeney Todd, black and

Gray with wild eyes, stack them up like Lincoln Logs,

Walking naked through the fog, taking Kool-Aid to

The grins, yes even when I'm lost, I've got a lot

Of super friends, but I'll be stuck in my bed for a

Very long time, running visions of her thighs steady

Dancing in my mind, now it's all fun and games,

Until the heart starts to skip, it's just me and

Big Time sharing stories for these kids, it's

Just me and Argonaut sharing stories of these kids,

It's just me and Dirty Lab...

It's Big Time and Extra Kool, sipping on V 8's,

I'm tired of being underground, it's full of

Cheap skates, please wait for me when I win the

Sweep steaks, I'll take the veggies, you can have

The beef and cheese steaks, I want to go commercial,

Be rich and famous, but I don't want to dick ride

And kiss anus, Hollywood shameless, everyone's

Fighting with the same fist, but sorry miss, there's

No needles in the veins of Chris, we never blame

Ourselves, we blame the closest witch, they say sing

The Mason's song it will be painless, so do I sell

Out my values for my image, or do I stay unknown with

A wallet that's timid, do I join a rock band, and try

And do both, or do I do heroin, get drunk and do coke,

Do I rhyme about booty, clothes or hoes, or do I

Respect women, and stick with goals, should I make

Bubble gum, candy corn pop music, or just wait for

The arrow from hip hop's Cupid, Dirty Lab's waiting

For hip hop's Cupid...

Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me mirror what

Is wrong, why do all these songs sound the same,

What's the aim of the shooter, if he doesn't

Have mind telepathy, and why do I commute, when

I got all the ability, I understand the reasoning

Of the fire breathing dragon, little bits and

Pieces look between the reach and grab them,

Go ahead and ask them, they don't know shit,

Brain washed by the kicks, since they where

Little kids, and you can make a fetus wall deep

Inside your blood, you can spit a verse, you

Were taught to be a thug, never taught about

Rug, and it gets pulled out, learn the hard

Way about the love, it's all gone now, so we

Bring it all together, posse up a movement,

Sometimes I'm in the club for my own amusement,

Reaching out to the lights, one more song,

I open up my eyes and the people are all gone...