Terry Lewis - Coolie High lyrics

[Verse 1] Watching her just made me relax, a little cutie pie I swear she put a n**ie straight up on a coolie high Like Camp Lo, had to approach her with the shades low Fresh kicks, new fit, bu*ton up crisp Levi jeans, white Tee under it V neck with Burberry to cover it Sweet scent, polo, Ralph Lauren sh** Hop in the studio Steal an instrumental, hope they don't sue me yo But soon he gon' wake up from the dream and realize he's just imagining But reality is where the magic ends And it never ends, so I never end, will I ever end it? Never, so I keep it going on forever and ever, damn Sweet dreams for my ambitions And if I haven't come close, this a rendition And I'mma catch every dream 'til my hands miss 'em I put bombs on the track, one man missile And if I ain't in the game, I'mma hold the damn whistle And ball out like a spiral and make your hands sizzle Game winning reception I'm dancing with the stars like I came in with the Jetsons Drawing vivid pictures that's painted with intellect Trying to make flawless what was once tainted imperfection Sit quietly and take this as a lesson I won't stop until I am greatness' reflection Either I make it or make it a hobby Or inspire others to make it by making it Obviously markedly superior by making it solid Funny how you can change lives by gaining some kno-(knowledge) But changing the topic, I remain at a constant Pace until I'm officially proclaimed as accomplished I'm heading north 'til there's no visible change in my compa** It ain't about rapping, it's about creating a concept [Outro] That's the art of ambition