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Cool Calm Pete - Wishes and Luck lyrics
hats off like he a hard worker sucker for pretty girls. love torn kid jerker workin for the gap and what he got's a lot but he ain't got much to prove. at least not now and why not cuz he's steady on the grind got the future on his mind and no time to rewind but the years have been kind to his face no trace of the heartache and hardship embrace laced on a monday feelin sorta "tough guy" light that shit homie. easin out the rough ride some things never change and always fit like when Ed be like "yo you remember that shit?" well back to basics. back to daily routines coming to you live from the burrow of Queens from halftime next game first quarter these drums are drenched cuz we live by the water watch these sins drift under the bridge and the sound prank still inspiring kids now party people in the place to be the name is cool calm pete and he loves to emcee scroll these syllables down and make money i write rhymes cuz life's that funny what up dunny? you're barking up the wrong tree you said something about fate? now you lost me costly time for fun so better cash out no doubt yo baby ima take the long route At least i'll know that i'm halfway home Cuz at the end of the day we all die alone but when in rome just talk to these girls cuz you don't need reasons to have fun in this world hurled another penny for the wishes and luck and this is for my people and we givin' a fuck it goes on and on and on and... They callin you a criminal. The tv spins news update caught on ten-ten win a new fangled out look and what not lost focus caught starin at them sun spots blind and bitter. Latter day afflictions neither here or there recollections ...but she tell i'm off beat thanks for the drool chosen from fresh meat the back of brooklyn used to drink duece dueces paint fumes rooftop summertime ruthless half court second floor whiskey reckless mad job did it like my grandmas necklace scuffle with egos. brand new sciences we nickle chairs. same old alliances still flirtin with disaster. she wants a date sacrafice the queen. checkmate a hardy meal from the soul kitchen cookbook about face. real time shook one eighty brand new mercedes street clothes tight thugged out eighties yo ain't it crazy how this shit come back and in a blink of an eye it's like shit is all wack copy cat face the blow up spots they kill it milk it exploit it and shop nonstop cuz theyre tryna hock memories to the highest bidder straight to the assembly a felony not to call these fakes out so bent out of shape i even look left out mis-shapin mutated for the front page rap for life minimum wage youre all the rage the kids just wanna bug same lonely girl just wanna cut her up send in the search party man im lookin for hope have you seen this delicate creature? the answer is no baffled by the coordination. pretty girls jump rope slinging thru these loopholes pretty warm coat rock that shit homie. the climate is frigid rough and tumble mumble left these dry lips lipid vivid is the picture read it off the text blow up like funk master flex sound effects smash you thru these modern walls but a hinderin rockin throw back mid 90s ignorance remember 8th grade your eyes lookin glossy wrastlin you reptiles like the crazy aussie these days are hard on the psyche two double... oh fives still scuffin up my nikes no back seats its the cool calm track meat run a luck dont give a fuck you can't catch me |
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