Lupe Fiasco - Coolest lyrics
The coolest n***a, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young history as The coolest n***a, what I love the Lord But sometimes it's like that I love me more I love the peace and I love the war I love the seas and I love the shore No love for no beach; baby, that's law But she doesn't see; therefore, I spoil I trick, I fall, run up in raw I love her with all my heart Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart She said that she would give me greatness, status Placement above the others My face would grace covers Of the magazines of the hustlers Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams The purpose of our scene The obscene obsession for the bling She would be my queen, I could be her king Together, she would make me cool And we would both rule Forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure, ever again And if the reign stops and everything's dry She would cry just so I can drink the tears from her eyes She'd teach me how to fly, even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall and I plummet from the sky But she will keep me high, and if I ever die She would commission monuments on her bosom to him Or maybe she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven, set the fires in Hell And I'll be The coolest n***a, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young history as The coolest n***a, what And so began our reign The Trinity: Her and I, caine No weather man could ever stand when her and I came Hella hard, umbrella, whatever Put plywood over Pella panes And pray to God that the flood subside Cause you gon' need a sub til he does reply And not one of Jared's; you think it's all arid And e'eryt'ing's irie, another supply That means another July inside my endless summer That was just the eye of the Unger, Felix Cause he is the cleanest amongst the Younger outstanding achieving up-and-comers The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas But not well enough to keep 'em from us The ones that were fighting in cla** who might not pa** Rap record pressured to laugh at a life not fast Can you feel it? Is what I got asked Do I love her? Said, I don't know Streets got my heart, Game got my soul One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul Quote to a crying, dishonored baby mama Who's the mama to the daughter that I had fathered from afar My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace with a solid gold key Like the starter of a car, the opener of a door, or two pounds of raw You gave me a baby, but what about lately? Then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd right up in her face, G There's more fish in the sea I'm on my mission to be The coolest n***a, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young history as The coolest n***a, what Come, these are the tales of The Cool Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school And seek unholy grails like a fool And hang with the players of the pool Fast-talking of the hustle No heaven up above you, no hell underneath ye And no one will receive thee So shed no tear when we're not here And keep your faith as we chase The Cool