MR. COOLA - Kid Cudi

Yeah

You know (Yeah, yeah)

I'm cool when it's just me all by myself

I'm cool when I'm front of thirty thousand people (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm cool when I'm with my chick (Yeah)

I'm even cooler when I'm with your chick (Yeah)

Hahaha, Cudi

Catch 'em coastin' (Yeah)

And I'm roastin' (Uh)

Pussy niggas lurkin' on alert, please don't approach him

I'm givin' Mr. Wayne while in all black, I'm sippin' potion (Yeah)

You think I fuckin' lost it, man I really hate the notion (Pussy)

I keep it light, Mr. Coola, do it right, now come on, nigga

Cannot see me-me-me-me-me

What them fuckers thinking? (Fucker)

Into the night, I'm geeking

Niggas keep takin' my lighters, man

Right back out on the streets with the freaks

And the drinks, and the pills, and the thrills, damn

Woo, woo (Bitch, yeah)

It's the essence (Uh-huh)

Coolin' when I'm out

Got to mixin', I'm mixin', sick with it, diamonds in my mouth

Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bounce, bitch, let you grab my wish

Fuck it, man, I'm rich

Don't forget, godly on my mama, watch me flex my shit

Huh, fucker, huh, fucker

Mr. Coola out the fridge

Baby, be my ace, dry my tank

Man, I bought his bitch, hustlin' every week (Grindin')

Do so much, I'm like a freak, you wonder how I sleep, sleep

While I'm walkin' to my drippy beat, mosh pit over the seats

Told that girl, don't focus on my dough, but love her company (Yeah, baby)

Oh, no, tequila in me

Who gon' double with your nigga? All the liquor on me, man

(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

Baby girl say, "Run it back" (Back)

I'm drinkin' it, smokin', nigga, I'm potent

All of 'em with me smokin', suckin' me (Yeah)

She pop, she lovin' me, uh (Yeah)

It's the essence (Uh-huh)

Coolin' when I'm out

Got to mixin', I'm mixin', sick with it, diamonds in my mouth

Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bounce, bitch, let you grab my wish

Fuck it, man, I'm rich

Don't forget, godly on my mama, watch me flex my shit

Huh, fucker, huh, fucker

Mr. Coola out the fridge

Baby, be my ace, dry my tank

Huh, huh (Yeah)

Huh (Yeah, yeah)