sad About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had Hey, I could be a star if it was cool to be a fool If it was cool to be a fool I'd be the hippest
from your junkie drawer (?) you fell onto the floor uh then got up up for more I remember the night uh you blew away you just couldn't wait you
On gigs, they're cutting their fucking arms To a looser-crew they wanna belong Pain, pain, pain - for what gain? Pain, pain, pain - you loose again
the best thing he ever had Hey, I could be a star If it was cool to be a fool Hey, I could be a star If it was cool to be a fool
Traduction: La Voiture. Fool Cool.
Traduction: Nichols, Joe. Cool To Be A Fool.
It?s a 22 I Call her peggy sue When she fits right down in my shoes What do you expect me to do If you?re playing me for a fool I will lose my cool
[x4] I don't know who you think I am He been gone since 3.30 (3.30) Been coming home lately at 3.30 (3.30) I'm super cool, I've been a fool But now I
are given, Question Existing Take off my cool, show them that under here, I'm just like you Do the mistakes, I may make me a fool Or a human with flaws
[x4] I don't know who you think I am He been gone since 3.30 (3.30) Been comin home lately at 3.30 (3.30) I'm super cool, I've been a fool But now I'
are given, Question Existing Take off my cool, show them that under here, I'm just like you Do the mistakes, I may make me a fool Or a human with loss
peggy sue When she fits right down in my shoes Whatchu expect me to do? If you're playing me for a fool I will lose my cool And reach for my fire arm
know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games wit' me But before I go, betta leave my dough Verse 2: [Missy] I'ma fool for you (yea
an, Got them sick and queezin, Cant let them haters be the reason, You taking losses, Fuckin off ur credit that aint cool, Then you wonder why these fool
take a trip to Monorae We can, do it on the beach, cause you know, how we goin' do We goin, act a fool, even when we run it cool Put on your favorite
place Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry What the fuck you on my block, if you aint cool with
Lit it up wit my nephew.and now i'm floatin.My crown is broaken.soakin up my soal.sippen styraphone cups.choken now i'm low.If you ridden on us dats cool
