Lirik Lagu Cool - Lupe Fiasco
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
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[Talking]
Yeah...
Yeah...
the cool.
Turn me upuh-huh..yeah..
He came backIn the same suit that he was buried inSimilar to the one his grand father was married inYes... he was still fresh to deathbling, two ear-rings, a chain laying on his chestHe still had it cuz they couldn't find itAnd the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind itsmelled the Hennesy from when his niggas got remindedand poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, But...He couldn't sip it fast enoughSo the liquor was just filling the casket upfloating down by his feet was the letter from his sisterSecond Grade hand-writing simply read "I miss ya"Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's pictureRight next to it one of his man's stuck a swisherHe had a notion as he laid there soakingSaw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket openand he...
[Chorus]
This life goes passing you byIt might go fast if you lieYou go and you live then you die...
O-oh-oh-ohh
If life goes passing you byDon't cryIf you breaking the rulesMaking your movesPaying your dues...Chasing the cool
Not at all nervous as he dug to the surfaceTarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth withHe used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow itand when he couldn't dirt spit... swollowed itWorking like a.. hmm.. reverse archaeologistExcept.. his buried treasure was sunshineSo when some shined through a hole that he had droveit reflected off the gold and almost made son blindHe grabbed on to some grass, he climbedPulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the timeOn the watch that had stopped six months after the shotsThat had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socksFigured it was hours because he wasn't olderUsed some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders - so..With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stayDecided to walk homeso he..
[Chorus]
He begged for some change to get him on a train"Damn that nigga stank", is what they complainedTried to light the blunt but it burst into flamesCaught the reflection in the window of what he becameA long look... Wasn't shook, wasn't ashamedMatter fact only thing on his brain was brains.. yeahAnd getting back in his lane, doing his thangFirst he had to find something to slangNext stop was his blockIt had the same copsWalked right past the same spot where he was shotShocked that some lil' niggas tried to sell him rocksIt just felt weird being on the oppositeThey figured that he wasn't from thereso they pulled out and robbed himwith the same gun they shot him withPut it to his head and said "You scared ain't ya?"He said: "Hustler for death. No heaven for a gangsta."
[Chorus]
Yeah...
Yeah...
the cool.
Turn me upuh-huh..yeah..
He came backIn the same suit that he was buried inSimilar to the one his grand father was married inYes... he was still fresh to deathbling, two ear-rings, a chain laying on his chestHe still had it cuz they couldn't find itAnd the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind itsmelled the Hennesy from when his niggas got remindedand poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, But...He couldn't sip it fast enoughSo the liquor was just filling the casket upfloating down by his feet was the letter from his sisterSecond Grade hand-writing simply read "I miss ya"Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's pictureRight next to it one of his man's stuck a swisherHe had a notion as he laid there soakingSaw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket openand he...
[Chorus]
This life goes passing you byIt might go fast if you lieYou go and you live then you die...
O-oh-oh-ohh
If life goes passing you byDon't cryIf you breaking the rulesMaking your movesPaying your dues...Chasing the cool
Not at all nervous as he dug to the surfaceTarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth withHe used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow itand when he couldn't dirt spit... swollowed itWorking like a.. hmm.. reverse archaeologistExcept.. his buried treasure was sunshineSo when some shined through a hole that he had droveit reflected off the gold and almost made son blindHe grabbed on to some grass, he climbedPulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the timeOn the watch that had stopped six months after the shotsThat had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socksFigured it was hours because he wasn't olderUsed some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders - so..With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stayDecided to walk homeso he..
[Chorus]
He begged for some change to get him on a train"Damn that nigga stank", is what they complainedTried to light the blunt but it burst into flamesCaught the reflection in the window of what he becameA long look... Wasn't shook, wasn't ashamedMatter fact only thing on his brain was brains.. yeahAnd getting back in his lane, doing his thangFirst he had to find something to slangNext stop was his blockIt had the same copsWalked right past the same spot where he was shotShocked that some lil' niggas tried to sell him rocksIt just felt weird being on the oppositeThey figured that he wasn't from thereso they pulled out and robbed himwith the same gun they shot him withPut it to his head and said "You scared ain't ya?"He said: "Hustler for death. No heaven for a gangsta."
[Chorus]
