Woorden: Lupe Fiasco. The Cool. The Coolest.

The coolest nigga wha
[x16]

Lord please have sympathy
And forgive My Cool Young History as

The coolest nigga wha
[x4]

I love the lord
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I love the shore
No love for no beach, baby that's lore
But she doesnt seed, therefore I spore
I trip, I fall, run up and roll
I love her with all my heart
Every vein every vessel every bullet large
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said
That she would give me greatness
Status
Placement above all of the others
My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper
The likes of which that I have never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene
An obscene obsession with the bling
She would be my queen, I could be her king
Together
She would make me cool
And we would both rule
Forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure
Ever
Again
And if the rain stops, and everythings dry
She would cry
Just so I could drink the tears from her eyes
She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
And I plummet from the sky
But she would keep me high
And if I ever die, she would commission my image
So her bosom to em
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell
And I'll be

The coolest nigga wha
[x8]

Lord please have sympathy
And forgive My Cool Young History as

The coolest nigga wha
[x4]

And so began our reign
The trinity
Her-n-I-cane
No weatherman could ever stand when her and I came
Hella hard
Umbrella whatever and plowered over Pella pains
And pray to god that the floods subside
Cause you gon' need a sub 'till he does reply
And not one of Jared's
You think it's all arid
And everythings irey
A null supply
Which means a another lie inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the unger
Felix
Cause he is
The cleanest
Amongst a
Younger
Outstanding achievein up-n-comers
The ones that had dead beat daddys and
Work to do mommas
But not well enough to keep em from us
The ones that were
Fightin in class
Who might not pass
Rap record pressured the laugh in a life not fast
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
Is what I got asked
Do I love her (do I love her)
Said I don't know
Streets got my heart, Game got my soul
One times with sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quo
To a crying dishonored baby momma whose a momma to a daughter that I had fathered from afar
My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace with a solid gold key
Like the starter of a car
The opener of a door
Or two pounds of raw
You gave me a baby, but what about lately
Then ha ha ha ha ha
Right up in her face g
There's more fish in the sea
I'm on my way to be be

The coolest nigga wha
[x8]

Lord please have sympathy,
And forgive My Cool Young History as

The coolest nigga wha
[x4]

Come, these are the tales of The Cool
Guaranteed to make you go and fail from your school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the pool
Fast talkin of the hustle
No Heaven up above you
No Hell underneath you
And no one will recieve thee
So shed no tear
When we're not here
And keep your faith
As we chase
The Cool (Cool)[x9]

Cooooooooool

(Michael Young History is The Cool)