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Cool Company
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Matthew Fishman
Composer
Yannick Hughes
Lyrics
Letra
Caught me slippin lose control
Got rear ended by a reckless soul
She ain't break she ran me over
Now I'm stranded on the shoulder
Swear this my last hurt no cap
Locking my heart up forgetting
The password what's that
If I don't catch a break soon
Oooo I'm gon' catch a case
Wishing I could forget ya face but
I got it burned in my retina
That's why I lay sick, lasik thinking
About how the days went
When you and me
Treated each other like we
Were human beings
Doing deeds that some might have called affectionate
Ain't nothing sweet no confections here
Threw all that out ain't no fetching it
Race to the exit you cheated
And that's some bull I'm heated
You beat me by decimals
Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves
Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves
We was playing chess
When you said no games
You remember that
I wonder how you rest
With all these moves you've making
Different from rest but
It always ends the same
Did my best to vet
And I still got played
I went from lovesick
Too sick to my stomach
You was a dime but
Couldn't Keep it a hundred with me no no no
I did the math knew odds
Were low we would last
Was thinking that I'd do the dash first
But turns out that you got the last word
Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves
Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves
Got rear ended by a reckless soul
She ain't break she ran me over
Now I'm stranded on the shoulder
I went from lovesick
Too sick to my stomach
You was a dime but
Couldn't Keep it a hundred with me no no no
I did the math knew odds
Were low we would last
Was thinking that I'd do the dash first
But turns out that you got the last word
Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves
Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves
Writer(s): Yannick Hughes, Matthew Fishman
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