Songtexte Cool It - Echezona

Stop telling me to cool it
When I need to blow some steam off, it offends me
Stop telling me I need to be delivered, that shit sends me
Prayed on by all these foes, it'll put you in a frenzy
Niggas hear about my woes and dismiss em
Confusing 'em with the ones that Drake ran through the 6 with
Like they were never meant to tear me down
If you don't give me space in this room to vent, I'ma air it out
That's how wild it gets
I'm tired of hearing it ain't that deep from niggas standing in the shallow end
I hate a false ass narrative run by an odd ass character
Knowing the energy ain't the same when they turn off that camera
I hate that I don't neglect the negligent, or ignore the ignorant
But oppose the opposite of the latter I mentioned, it
Doesn't make sense and I'm starting to see the deficit
I flush when you don't see what my worth is
Pissed off about being number two as a priority
And being told, "That's just that shit that you're in"
These hands ain't washed at all
Everything fun and games in the head
Until I knock it off, muh'fucker!
Ain't no deep breaths, ain't no hitting the reset, nigga!
Ain't no de-stress, ain't no trying to pretend, nigga!
I said before, a boss don't sleep
That's why I'm wide awake overthinking
Everything that's wrong on me, damn!
Whole lot of pressure to measure, it ain't nothing to treasure
Reality is on E, and they wanna call me extra
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Shit