Letra de ' MR. COOLA ' de Kid Cudi

Yeah-yeah-yeah
You know
I'm cool when it's just me all by myself
I'm cool when I'm front of thirty thousand people
I'm cool when I'm with my chick
I'm even cool when I'm with your chick
Hahaha, Cudi

Catch 'em coastin' (Yeah)
And I'm roastin' (Uh)
Pussy niggas lurkin' on the [?] please, don't approach [?]
I'm givin' mist [?] when in all black, I'm sippin' potion (Yeah)
You think I fuckin' lost it, man? I really hate the notion, I (Pussy)
Keep it light, Mr. Cooler, do it right, now come on, nigga
Cannot see me, me, me, me, me, what them fuckers thinking? (Fucker)
Into the night, I'm geeking
Niggas keep takin' my lighters, man
Right back out on the streets with the freaks
And the drinks, and the pills, and the thrills, damn

Woo, woo (Bitch, yeah)
You see Ss (Uh-huh)
Coolin' when I'm out
Got them mixin' up mixes, sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Yeah)

Bounce, bitch, let you grab my wish
Fuck it, man, I'm rich
Don't forget, dolly on my mama, watch me flex my shit
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Cooler out the fridge, baby, be my H, [?] I take

Man, I bought his bitch, hustlin' every week (Grindin')
Do so much, I'm like a freak, you wonder how I sleep, sleep
While I'm walkin' to my trick be beat, moshpit overseas
To the girl, I'm focused on my dope, I love her company (Yeah, baby)
On the tequila in me
Who go double with your nigga? All the liquor on me, baby
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Baby girl say: Run it back (Back)
I'm drinkin' it, smokin' many, I'm potent
On the Moon, it's smokin', havin' these shit (Yeah)
She pop, she lovin' me, uh (Yeah)

You see Ss (Uh-huh)
Coolin' when I'm out
Got them mixin' up mixes, sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Yeah)

Bounce, bitch, let you grab my wish
Fuck it, man, I'm rich
Don't forget, dolly on my mama, watch me flex my shit
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Cooler out the fridge, baby, be my H, [?] I take