Chasin' the Cool! love this song by Lupe Lyrics: He came back, in the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grandfather was married in Yes, he was still fresh to death Bling, two earrings, a chain layin on his chest He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it Smelled the Hennessy from when his niggaz got reminded And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it But he couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor was just fillin the casket up Floatin down by his feet was the letter from his sister Second grade handwritin simply read "I miss ya" Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Right next to it, one of his mans stuck a swisher He had a notion as he laid there soakin He saw that the latch was broken He kicked his casket open and he This life goes passin you by It might go fast if you like You born, you lived, and you die, oh oh ohoh If life goes passin you by Don't cry If you're breaking the rules, making your moves, paying your dues Chasing the cool Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it And when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it Workin like a, hmm, reverse archeaologist Except, his buried treasure was sunshine So when some shine through a hole that he had drove It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind He grabbed onto some grass and climbed ...
The Who playing My Generation @ The Isle Of Wight Festival 1970 Video Rating: 4 / 5
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