"Cool" lyrics
I'm all dusty, not digital, so analog, old school
My kids say I sound pitiful, once upon a time I was so cool
But that fairy tale has sailed, and I probably look so stupid
But the truth is, I don't care if I'm cool anymore
Yeah, yeah, real as it gets, like that
This is not for the baller or the dollar dollar bills
Or the skill of it, it may be a tough pill to swallow
But I'm feeling this, I had a couple troublesome years
I had my bubble busted, double bubble, blubbering tears
Uncontrollably poor, [?], yo, consoling me
I was emotionally broken, it's a miracle I'm here with y'all
Or even have the wherewithal to share it with you vocally
I had some growing up to do, I'm not the dude I used to be
And truthfully, these days, neither is being dope
Believing and giving hope, forgiving and loving folks
Is not what this world's about, nothing close
They may as well say, stay greedy, who cares about the needy?
Stay vain until your veins are varicose, well
That kind of thinking don't come out my ink pen
You shouldn't need alot of weed for this to sink in
That big, a lot of money don't make you a kingpin
Y'all just trying to honor the persona of some weak men
And it's like that, it's official, Danny Boone's an old cat
I'm all dusty, not digital, so analog, old school
My kids say I sound pitiful, once upon a time I was so cool
But that fairy tale has sailed, and I probably look so stupid
But the truth is, I don't care if I'm cool anymore
Yeah, yeah, real as it gets, like that
Coming at you live from the bushes, with a boombox
Rhyme fresh, bumping moon, walking down the dirt road
Looking for something to get in tune, like it's 1992
The kids today, I can't tell what they listening to
I see the outfit, sneakers, and a gold chain
I see their mouth moving, but it's all the same thing
And it's a cracker like me that don't take none
Ain't one young thug-looking little girl that ain't fake, son
But not me, I'm as real as it gets
You couldn't look at me or listen if I didn't exist
You better suit up, buddy, if you're trying to play
I'm about to make you think you feel some kind of way
I'm about to make you think about the words that I say
Even if you press pause, your time, it runs away
And if you throw it out, your buddy's still getting paid
You just making me fly, and I really appreciate it
I'm all dusty, not digital, so analog, old school
My kids say I sound pitiful, once upon a time I was so cool
But that fairy tale has sailed, and I probably look so stupid
But the truth is, I don't care if I'm cool anymore
Yeah, yeah, real as it gets, like that
Cool anymore
Yeah, yeah, real as it gets, like that
Real as it gets, like that
Real as it gets
My kids say I sound pitiful, once upon a time I was so cool
But that fairy tale has sailed, and I probably look so stupid
But the truth is, I don't care if I'm cool anymore
Yeah, yeah, real as it gets, like that
This is not for the baller or the dollar dollar bills
Or the skill of it, it may be a tough pill to swallow
But I'm feeling this, I had a couple troublesome years
I had my bubble busted, double bubble, blubbering tears
Uncontrollably poor, [?], yo, consoling me
I was emotionally broken, it's a miracle I'm here with y'all
Or even have the wherewithal to share it with you vocally
I had some growing up to do, I'm not the dude I used to be
And truthfully, these days, neither is being dope
Believing and giving hope, forgiving and loving folks
Is not what this world's about, nothing close
They may as well say, stay greedy, who cares about the needy?
Stay vain until your veins are varicose, well
That kind of thinking don't come out my ink pen
You shouldn't need alot of weed for this to sink in
That big, a lot of money don't make you a kingpin
Y'all just trying to honor the persona of some weak men
And it's like that, it's official, Danny Boone's an old cat
I'm all dusty, not digital, so analog, old school
My kids say I sound pitiful, once upon a time I was so cool
But that fairy tale has sailed, and I probably look so stupid
But the truth is, I don't care if I'm cool anymore
Yeah, yeah, real as it gets, like that
Coming at you live from the bushes, with a boombox
Rhyme fresh, bumping moon, walking down the dirt road
Looking for something to get in tune, like it's 1992
The kids today, I can't tell what they listening to
I see the outfit, sneakers, and a gold chain
I see their mouth moving, but it's all the same thing
And it's a cracker like me that don't take none
Ain't one young thug-looking little girl that ain't fake, son
But not me, I'm as real as it gets
You couldn't look at me or listen if I didn't exist
You better suit up, buddy, if you're trying to play
I'm about to make you think you feel some kind of way
I'm about to make you think about the words that I say
Even if you press pause, your time, it runs away
And if you throw it out, your buddy's still getting paid
You just making me fly, and I really appreciate it
I'm all dusty, not digital, so analog, old school
My kids say I sound pitiful, once upon a time I was so cool
But that fairy tale has sailed, and I probably look so stupid
But the truth is, I don't care if I'm cool anymore
Yeah, yeah, real as it gets, like that
Cool anymore
Yeah, yeah, real as it gets, like that
Real as it gets, like that
Real as it gets
