Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We
Make me feel like I'm French
[Verse 2]
We, real cool
We, left school
We, learned late
We, seen scene
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Real cool with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Die soon
We, real cool
We, left school
We, learned late
We, seen scene
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
[Verse 3]
Quick fast, quick fast, plus one, that's quick math
Quicksand, sink slow, for some quick cash
Quit that, got a better chance with Bitcoin
Big banks see you stunting and this shit's deep
Crypt keep and now you're fucking with the block chain
Speed race until we running out of octane
I brought loud, you brought Reggie, that's a mismatch
We not on the same page, it's just no, no way
Can't sauce through the beef, this ain't bolognese
Don't get mad 'cause I roll it straight
Bowl a strike, new pants, and I feel I need some more again
Tryna write while they bite, I'm not Holyfield
Disagree with the ****, but they know you real
They gonna see for themselves, know I told you so
Can't teach a young ****, he don't wanna know
Could be a flower, he don't wanna grow
[Verse 4]
Real cool
We, left school
We, learned late
We, seen scene
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Real cool with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Die soon
We, real cool
We, left school
We, learned late
We, seen scene
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
[Verse 5]
Pardon my judgment and its worth
I'm trying to be reflective, don't mean to be over with it
All this connected, no cursive, it's more coercive than simple calligraphy
Figure me, a whole different **** than what I was meant to be
A whole different mental with a stencil, it was incidental
This was way before followers, when I was following
Wasn't till a bit later when I started flowering
Then I needed pollination, not your validation
Till they tell you you ain't shining, that's the provocation
I be speaking on the humble in the conversation
Who would think that I still copped a Cuban link?
It was thrifting, now it's Barney's, it's that newer mink
Barnes and Noble, savage army ****, who you read?
One stroke of the pen for your eulogy
You should leave, if not, shit new to me
You **** be too cool for me
Too many social rules for me
That superficial shit ain't foolin' me
I'm in the party and this **** thinks he's schoolin' me
[Verse 6]
Real cool
We, left school
We, learned late
We, seen scene
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Real cool with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Die soon
We, real cool
We, left school
We, learned late
We, seen scene
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
[Verse 7]
You **** be too cool for me
Too many social rules for me
Written by: Curtis Cross, Jayson Jenkins
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