"Cool Kids" lyrics
I'm fucked up, I'm tore down
But I'm still down for another round
Passin' good tree 'til it goes out
And all the pretty girls got they phones out
But we still drinkin', smoked this whole weekend
Wrecked my mom's car, she's stoked I'm still breathin'
But my mom is stoned and don't think I know she smokes weed like me, so we even
I'm too weird for the cool kids (Hey!)
I'm too cool for the weirdos (Oh!)
I moved out and got my own crib (Hey!)
Now Jake's dad is my hero (Oh!)
A peanut butter sandwich, Lyrical Lemonade
I fuckin' hate this warehouse, at least I'm gettin' paid
My car a piece of shit, but I still keep it clean
I gotta get this music out, so I can live my dream
Life sucks, huh, I'm hip
I smoke weed and talk shit
My friends think I'll make it
Too bad all of my friends are brainless, ha
Oh, me (Oh, me)
Oh, my (Oh, my)
I been drinkin' half my life (My life)
Oh, me (Oh, me)
Oh, my (Oh, my)
Someone pour me one more time
I'm fucked up, I'm tore down
But I'm still down for another round
Passin' good tree 'til it goes out
And all the pretty girls got they phones out
But we still drinkin', smoked this whole weekend
Wrecked my mom's car, she's stoked I'm still breathin'
But my mom is stoned and don't think I know she smokes weed like me, so we even
I'm too weird for the cool kids (Hey!)
I'm too cool for the weirdos (Oh!)
I moved out and got my own crib (Hey!)
Now Jake's dad is my hero (Oh!)
My ID still bent 'cause we got too drunk
Locked the door too soon and had to break back in
My screen's still broke 'cause we got too stoned
I got up too quick and then I dropped my phone
I got stories 'bout you (I got stories 'bout you)
You got stories 'bout me (You got stories 'bout me)
I like bein' 'round you (I like bein' 'round you)
You make it hard for me to leave
I'm fucked up, I'm tore down
But I'm still down for another round
Passin' good tree 'til it goes out
And all the pretty girls got they phones out
But we still drinkin', smoked this whole weekend
Wrecked my mom's car, she's stoked I'm still breathin'
But my mom is stoned and don't think I know she smokes weed like me, so we even
I'm too weird for the cool kids (Hey!)
I'm too cool for the weirdos (Oh!)
I moved out and got my own crib (Hey!)
Now Jake's dad is my hero (Oh!)
But I'm still down for another round
Passin' good tree 'til it goes out
And all the pretty girls got they phones out
But we still drinkin', smoked this whole weekend
Wrecked my mom's car, she's stoked I'm still breathin'
But my mom is stoned and don't think I know she smokes weed like me, so we even
I'm too weird for the cool kids (Hey!)
I'm too cool for the weirdos (Oh!)
I moved out and got my own crib (Hey!)
Now Jake's dad is my hero (Oh!)
A peanut butter sandwich, Lyrical Lemonade
I fuckin' hate this warehouse, at least I'm gettin' paid
My car a piece of shit, but I still keep it clean
I gotta get this music out, so I can live my dream
Life sucks, huh, I'm hip
I smoke weed and talk shit
My friends think I'll make it
Too bad all of my friends are brainless, ha
Oh, me (Oh, me)
Oh, my (Oh, my)
I been drinkin' half my life (My life)
Oh, me (Oh, me)
Oh, my (Oh, my)
Someone pour me one more time
I'm fucked up, I'm tore down
But I'm still down for another round
Passin' good tree 'til it goes out
And all the pretty girls got they phones out
But we still drinkin', smoked this whole weekend
Wrecked my mom's car, she's stoked I'm still breathin'
But my mom is stoned and don't think I know she smokes weed like me, so we even
I'm too weird for the cool kids (Hey!)
I'm too cool for the weirdos (Oh!)
I moved out and got my own crib (Hey!)
Now Jake's dad is my hero (Oh!)
My ID still bent 'cause we got too drunk
Locked the door too soon and had to break back in
My screen's still broke 'cause we got too stoned
I got up too quick and then I dropped my phone
I got stories 'bout you (I got stories 'bout you)
You got stories 'bout me (You got stories 'bout me)
I like bein' 'round you (I like bein' 'round you)
You make it hard for me to leave
I'm fucked up, I'm tore down
But I'm still down for another round
Passin' good tree 'til it goes out
And all the pretty girls got they phones out
But we still drinkin', smoked this whole weekend
Wrecked my mom's car, she's stoked I'm still breathin'
But my mom is stoned and don't think I know she smokes weed like me, so we even
I'm too weird for the cool kids (Hey!)
I'm too cool for the weirdos (Oh!)
I moved out and got my own crib (Hey!)
Now Jake's dad is my hero (Oh!)
Writer(s): Jonathan Rotem, Kurtis Parks, Avrey Freeman
