​cookee lyrics

[Intro: Morgan Freeman]
I'm glad you could make it
Sit back, relax, and enjoy a drink
(JabariOnTheBeat)
(Uh, huh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
They all know the drill, I made 'em cut the lights off
Yeah, you ain't on this list, 'cause you been f*ckin' with the boss (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody's tryna glow up, they ain't ready for the cost
f*ck a price check, babygirl, just tap it on my card like a mic check
Violins playin' when I merge into fast track
Violence spreadin' like The Purge when I board the jet
I smoked too much cookie last month, swear I'm bored of it

[Verse]
It got old, yeah, I tried to reminisce, guess what? Got old
Yeah, I try to bite my lip, but guess what? Got old, yeah
Gets old (Yeah), some sh*t never change while the rest grows mold (Let's go)
Huh, I could feel the bass when it bang through the home
I smoke one too many dabs, I got stains on my clothes
It's knock-knock, b*tch, we gon' kick the door down
Got it goin' 'side the flash, and it turned a ghost town
It's big dirt, oh, he lucky that I really hate talkin' (Oh, I hate it)
You know I just had to pop out quickly for a project
Once they see I'm locked in, I know all them watchin'
I could feel the eyes along my back like a Fendi bag
They said, "Where's the wave? Where's the wave?" Then I walk in
Walking in Off-Whites, I'm dead how it's toe tagged
b*tch, they had me boxed in, look at what they offerin'
If I don't keep my conscience, then frankly I don't want it, it's done
[Bridge]
Hey, yeah, I spent so long in the mud
It's taking me a while to adjust to the sun
But this sh*t impossible if I don't get numb
So I pick up my papers and stuff 'em with runtz (Let's go)
'Cause once I get faded, then anywhere is home
Yeah, I brought East Toronto 'cross sea into Rome
b*tch, this sh*t beautiful, put down the phone (Uh; Yeah)
'Cause I'm tryna reach out and grab at the Moon, let's go (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
They all know the drill, I made 'em cut the lights off
Yeah, you ain't on this list, 'cause you been f*ckin' with the boss (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody's tryna glow up, they ain't ready for the cost
f*ck a price check, babygirl, just tap it on my card like a mic check
Violins playin' when I merge into fast track
Violence spreadin' like The Purge when I board the jet
I smoked too much cookie last month, swear I'm bored of it