T Zwol - Cool (Prod. Harlow Beats) lyrics

[Verse 1: T Zwol] Check the sound, I come around and shut it down And run my town, like Jay and Rhianna for the dollar Pop my collar, do it without a sponsor She, swallow the sorrow I swallow a bottle and hit it without a condom, wondering after d**h where do we go I blow the weed smoke, indeed ease my mind slow Find dough from delivering the Chinese A word that resembles how my eyes be I see everything through a different lens When I get the money, I'm gon' cop a Benz Smack a b**h if she raise her voice, that was a silly joke Nah I'm forilly though I got that silly flow Blow out your knees hoe, I want that Chuckie-Cheese dough Easy as a free throw, believe bro My palms itchin', but not quite making rational decisions Had to switch the position I'm deaf, don't ever listen My skin thicker, blame bad choices on malt liquor A bizarre mic k**er Moon walking while I'm bumping Michael Jackson thriller Ash it and I pa** it to my main man Justyn k**ing these jive turkeys its Thanksgiving we stuffin' The Woods not a p**no I got that delivery its not Digiorno Bringing that heat believe, its inferno Problems internal Generation Of Greatness, we eternal [Verse 2: T Zwol] Planet Earth being ran by the corporations Its dark in them ba*tards heart You see the world is owned by Visa and MasterCard But I've mastered art, turned to a shining star While the rest of you come up shorter than Kevin Heart Life is hard, got wounds and battle scars You taking risks now a days if you go outside after dark Turn off the news, we come in twos like Noah's Ark Prod. by Harlow, you won't see me to tomorrow Go hard bro, I'm a star yo I'm still ill, baby chill, pop a pill, for real In fine print you sell your soul to the Devil When you sign the deal But we still do it, spit it fluent Your b**h she swallowing my fluids She didn't have to do it Keep her occupied Go for mine, k**ing time, k** a rhyme Anytime, any day, anyway Here to slay and here to stay Getting paid, getting laid, let it spray Make em' shout, in the crowd On a cloud, when I'm puffing loud, b**h get down And give me the crown, its common sense Do what you gotta do My rhymes so sick they need Theraflu Climb sh** quick like what a ferret do So high I'm out in Paris on the Eiffel fool But I'm scarred of heights Hit cha' knees we get cheese just like mice I'm still nice