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Lupe Fiasco( Wasalu Muhammad Jaco )
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The Cool
Lyricist:Wasalu Jaco, Dexter Wansel, Kanye West
Yeah, yeah, the Kool, turn me up, yeah
He came back in the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grandfather was married in Yes, he was still fresh to death Bling, two earrings, a chain layin' on his chest
He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it Smelled the Hennessey from when his niggaz got reminded And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it
But he couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor was just fillin' the casket up Floatin' down by his feet was the letter from his sister Second grade handwritin' simply read 'I miss ya'
Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Right next to it, one of his mans stuck a swisher He had a notion as he laid there soakin' He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he
This life goes passin' you by It might go fast if you like You born, you lived and you die If life goes passin' you by, don't cry If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool
Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it And when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it
Workin' like a reverse Archaeologist Except, his buried treasure was sunshine So when some shine through a hole that he had drove It reflected off the gold and almost made some blind
He grabbed onto some grass and climbed Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time On the watch that had stopped 6 months after the shots Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That'd got him in the box, wringin' Henny out his socks
Figured it was hours because he wasn't older Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder So with a right hand that was all bones And with no reason to stay he decided to walk home, so he
This life goes passin' you by It might go fast if you like You born, you lived and you die If life goes passin' you by, don't cry If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool
He begged for some change to get him on the train 'Damn, that nigga stank', is what they complained Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames Caught the reflection in the window of what he became
A long look, wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed Matter of fact, only thing on his brain was brains Yeah and gettin' back in his lane, doin' his thang First he had to find something to slang
Next stop was his block, it had the same cops Walked right past the same spot where he was shot Shocked that some little niggaz tried to sell him rocks It just felt weird, bein' on the opposite
They figured that he wasn't from there, so they pulled out And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with Put it to his head and said, 'You're scared, ain'tcha?' He said, 'Hustler for death, no Heaven for a gangsta', and
This life goes passin' you by It might go fast if you like You born, you lived and you die If life goes passin' you by, don't cry If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool
Yeah, cool
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