The Cool Kids - Simple Things lyrics

[Verse 1: Syd] It was like, 10-somethin’, cool summer Ride ’round bumpin’ on my new sh** Wonder what you doin’, and who you wit’ Can I scoop ya, we can groove girl It’s up to you, up to you I just want you in my presence Don’t go actin’ like you don’t love the attention I could be there in a second Get ready girl [Chorus: Syd & Quiñ] I am not your average, posin’ for the cameras Always trying to be seen See, me, I’d rather go pick up a bad one Tell her roll a fat one Drive till we get hungry The simple things (you know wa**up) The simple things (you know wa**up) [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Can I get the fries on the side with a small milkshake Try to avoid the 101 when you come this way (for real) No matter what happens, you hit L.A. traffic So I roll two for the road, we gon’ be starving Keep the fist on my comb when I pick out my ‘fro Let the hair flow in the wind, skin like cinnamon Brown bu*ter baby, and your bathing suit is wavy And that line down the side of your thigh, drive me crazy It’s the little sh** Long top Chucks with the anklet Small gold chain with my name in it, you saving me It’s simple like your chin dimples, smiling gets deep Remembering the first time I caught you in my t-shirt We kicked back, lit that, sipped that on ice Clipped that, laid back, talked about life I’m loving where we goin’ I don’t need much, I just love that you know that [Bridge: Quiñ] You know, you know wa**up You know that so long as I’m with you, you’re all that I want (all that I) Baby, you know I hate it, though I hate the part of the baggage I’m packing, your darling [?] And you can leave me for good (leave me for good) [Chorus: Syd & Quiñ] I am not your average, posin’ for the cameras Always trying to be seen See, me, I’d rather go pick up a bad one Tell her roll a fat one Drive till we get hungry The simple things (you know wa**up) The simple things (you know wa**up) [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] Now let me ask you, is it still fun? As it was, back when y’all was first hooking up That’s a rush, you shouldn’t rush it on your itinerary, fill up quick Gonna start to be a little too much, sh** With the obligations, the interviews on the phone at the gate, wait For the plane that’s supposed to take us on a vacation (uh-huh) While you was trippin’, I was in the dungeon Writin’ hits, and yup, I bet they love it The unsigned n***a with the budget A long time coming, motherf**ers The time better now than any other So girl listen up, you missin’ it, here go your chance They got the bright lights on you, hope you know the dance You need a drink, got the ice with her [?] So drop a man then you going HAM Cuz man, all of these projections, and all of these suggestions Make relationships age even quicker Girl, that’s how the game go [Chorus: Syd & Quiñ] I am not your average, posin’ for the cameras Always trying to be seen See, me, I’d rather go pick up a bad one Tell her roll a fat one Drive till we get hungry The simple things (you know wa**up) The simple things (you know wa**up)