THE COOL KIDS

THE COOL KIDS - Box of Rocks lyrics

rate me

Verse 1:

Yo, now if my posse on Broadway.

I'm stuck at a red light.

Lookin at the gas tank. Then I see the gas light.

Stop at the station. He like "Ay yo why ya pants tight? "

I'm like "It don't matter. Shows sell out every damn night."

Then he like, "Damn right. Saw the newspaper and it said you had a show so I guess I'll see you later.

And I'm like "Aw fsho." Front row of the theater.

I turn foes to fans. He was tryna be a hater.

Put 10 in the tank. Had to save the other 5.

So I could get a Coca-Cola and some cheese fries (mmm)

I slow it down if you need time cause I'm reclining in a chair.

I be chillin' on my freetime. With no sparetime.

Got any spare change for arcade games I'm playin on a airplane?

So feel free to rewind.

Or double back like you got 2 or 3 spines.

Chorus:

They sayin Mr. Mr. Mikey. I'm just tryna find out. Sippin' on a ice tea. Think ya need a timeout. Homey, so stay still. I'm bout to roll baby chillay chill.

(And now they be sayin) Mr. Mr. Mikey. I'm just tryna find out. Sippin' on a ice tea. Think ya need a timeout. Homey, so stay still. I'm bout to roll baby chillay chill.

Verse 2:

Finish the fries and yes the fries finished.

Surprised how I get iller every 5 minutes.

My eyes squinted. That's high business. That's my business.

I'm so lazy. I pay a nigga finish my sentence.

I say "can you please." He say "pass me the phone."

Cause I'm a alien. I need to be phonin' home.

And plus I'm hella stoned. Under the umbrella dome.

Make it rain cats and dogs. Baby can I get a bone?

I'm still doin the speed limit and plus 4 it.

25 and I'm doin like 29.

I'm under 21 and sippin on a 40.

I realize that the gas on the bottom line.

And I spent my last 5 on the cheese fries.

Look in the mirror. My reflection telling me be wise.

So I'm kinda tall, and looking for a shorty

With some money so she can get the gas for me.

Chorus:

They sayin Mr. Mr. Mikey. I'm just tryna find out. Sippin' on a ice tea. Think ya need a timeout. Homey, so stay still. I'm bout to roll baby chillay chill.

(And now they be sayin) Mr. Mr. Mikey. I'm just tryna find out. Sippin' on a ice tea. Think ya need a timeout. Homey, so stay still. I'm bout to roll baby chillay chill.

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