paroles de chanson Jeepers Creepers - Coach Tev

Cool it out
Let it out
Cool it out
Let it out

Aye
Hit me on my phone
Tell me what is wrong
Why we fight so much?
We don't get along no mo' so let's bite the dust
Yea let's kill this shit
Yea let's kill this shit
(I ain't coming home)

Aye
Hit me on my phone
Tell me what is wrong
Why we fight so much?
We don't get along no mo' so let's bite the dust
Yea let's kill this shit
Yea let's kill this shit

Aye
Hit me on my phone
(Tell me what is wrong)
Hit me on my phone
(Act like you is grown)
Hit me on my phone
(You heard the dial tone, cause I ain't coming home)

199-- I came out fully photogenic
Talk my way to a million
Then I'll be gone for a minute
Then I'll be off the grid
Beep beep
There he go young Jeepers Creepers in that Jeep always on the creep creep
Makin bad descisions on the weekly
I had to chill for a bit
New album story sneak peak like ya ma dukes out in Freaknik
Wrote all about it on my EP
I Fell in Love with my Mistress
But I'm maturing I'm feeling like Curry cause I had to give her some distance
Had to fall back real quick
Had to relax real quick
Not on that bachelor shit no mo'
I'm on that graduate shit
I'm on that 5% knowledge of self that semi-elaborate shit
Run it up cardiovascular shit
Run it up cardiovascular shit
Run it up cardiovascular shit
Full tank smokin gas in the whip
Arm out cause I'm flashing the wrist
Lil mama on that Dracula shit
Shawty rude but she bad then a bitch
Talk a lot but she cappin and shit
Think I care if u pack up and dip? (No)
Yes

Let it out
Cool it out
Let it out
Cool it out
Let it out
Cool it out
Let it out

Aye
Hit me on my phone
Tell me what is wrong
Why we fight so much?
We don't get along no mo' so let's bite the dust
Yea let's kill this shit
Yea let's kill this shit
(I ain't coming home)

Aye
Hit me on my phone
Tell me what is wrong
Why we fight so much?
We don't get along no mo' so let's bite the dust
Yea let's kill this shit
Yea let's kill this shit

Aye
Hit me on my phone
(Tell me what is wrong)
Hit me on my phone
(Act like you is grown)
Hit me on my phone
(You heard the dial tone, cause I ain't coming home)

Talk that shit
Let it out
Build that shit
Let it out
Walk that shit
Let it out
Talk that shit
Let it out