paroles de chanson Cool! - Camb

I wrote this jam in a traffic just thinking 'bout my life
I need a couple thousand dollars just to get it right
That's how i feel tonight
I'm on my p's & Qs, crossing and dotting i's
Tryna pull up with keys to my mama house like surprise
I shoot my shot like i came off a screen
And labels want me to sound like everything but me
That's crazy
All them doubts just had me lazy
Now all that stuff that i was doubting bout to pay me
Hotboxing inna whip it's gettin hazy
Tryna make a mil for a meal for my baby
Dark skin na melanin like gravy
Ice out the grill right after my lady, ooouuu
I can only imagine that they hating
I know it
But I'm cool
I was stressing on some payments
They was calling cuz of lateness
Mama call me say she praying
Call her back after this session
I ain't slept in days a na feeling irritated
I been working on my temper and a little patience
Remember getting faded, Drinking heavy onna daily
I ain't have a job, ain't know where i would get the payments
Stressing in the apartment arguing with my lady
Started learning how to Smile More
I had to fake it till i make it
But I'm cool