COOL iT DOWN - Riff Raff, Amber Coffman

I love for sure how you look, yeah

I’ll run the way to the sky, oh

I’m never coming down

Tryna keep my cool, neck full of jewels

Been grinding twenty years like a damn fool

Everything I own I done worked for

No kids, no wife, no child support

You think this life is luck?

No shortcuts

If I could I’d live my life inside a tour bus

I could remember being 19, nice dreams

Nightmares, crystal stares, they don’t like me

Flashback '94 Honda Hatchback

Had to pull these streets away from the club cause the windshield cracked

Fast throttle, 'course I drive the black Porsche

Everything inside my closet I done paid for

You say that I’m not the one

That I can’t stunt

That I didn’t grind

Always wanna stunt my shine

I ain’t feeling fine

Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down

Yeah, glacier berry watch, got time froze

I done, I done shook dice with Pete Rose

Crew cut, top peeled back like a nice orange

I used to shoot jumpers with precise form

They wanna tell you what you can’t do based on formal facts

If I wanted to hear that bullshit I’d be in history class

If I’d have been around you five minutes I’d need a six pack

If I would’ve listened to your bitch ass I wouldn’t be Riff Raff