Kool On

Album: Undun (2011)
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  • Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine

    Stars are made to shine

    I'm in the double G, three-piece tux
    Screaming dressed to kill
    Hope somebody call my bluff
    It's a full house, sipping on a royal flush
    Two queens is on my cuffs
    Good times is in the cards
    Living on borrowed time
    I'm paying the extra charge
    To feel like something small is worth a hundred large
    Swag is on retard, charm is on massage
    Wit is on guard, I challenge you to a duel
    Who needs a chain when every thought's a jewel
    God bless the weirdo when everyone's a fool
    Fuck a genie and three wishes
    I just want a bottle, a place to write my novel
    I am heroin to those that hear a rhyme and think
    How do you find this upper echelon this time
    Let's toast to better days, a beautiful mind, and a flow that never age

    Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine

    Stars are made to shine

    Yo, I'm never sleeping like I'm on methamphetamines
    Move like my enemy ten steps ahead of me
    Say my reputation precedes me like a pedigree
    Gentlemanly gangsta steez beyond the seventies
    Holdin' fast money without running out of patience
    Move in silence without running up in places
    Cake by the layers
    Rich but never famous
    Hustle anonymous still remain nameless
    In hindsight gold come in bars like a Klondike
    The minute before the storm hit is what I'm calm like
    Suited and booted for a shooting like it's prom night
    It's suicide right pursuers tried like
    To no avail and a heroes what they died like
    I've got em waiting on the news like I'm Cronkite
    Not in the lime light or needed for the crime right
    No boasts, just bodied, and chalked close to the line tight

    Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine

    Stars are made to shine

    Yeah, outside where the killers and the dealers swarm
    And inside they dressed up like it's a telethon
    Black tie affair but they holding heavy arms
    Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund
    More Bacardi and the bouncers of the party hum
    Riots erupting around and still we party on
    Made the quantum leap to a king from a pawn
    But it was destined the conclusion was foregone
    Serenade of the former slave promenade
    Cause them long days in the sun
    Have now become shade
    So we doing high speeds in a narrow lane
    Say cheese
    Free falling from the aeroplane
    Another feather in the cap for all the years
    That we spent in luxuries lap
    Without looking back
    Cause memories could sting like hornet
    Damn it felt good to see people up on it

    Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine

    Stars are made to shine Writer/s: D. J. ROGERS, GREG SPEARMAN, GREGORY ALLEN JR. SPEARMAN, JAMAL MILLER, NATHAN CLEMENS, TARIK L. COLLINS
    Publisher: THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, The Administration MP, Inc., UBEM (União Brasileira de Editoras de Música), Universal Music Publishing Group
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