Lyrics The Cool Kids

The Cool Kids

Simple Things

It was like, 10-somethin', cool summer

Ride 'round bumpin' on my new shit

Wonder what you doin', and who you wit'

Can I scoop ya, we can groove girl

It's up to you, up to you

I just want you in my presence

Don't go actin' like you don't love the attention

I could be there in a second

Get ready girl

I am not your average, posin' for the cameras

Always trying to be seen

See, me, I'd rather go pick up a bad one

Tell her roll a fat one

Drive till we get hungry

The simple things (you know wassup)

The simple things (you know wassup)

Can I get the fries on the side with a small milkshake

Try to avoid the 101 when you come this way (for real)

No matter what happens, you hit L.A. traffic

So I roll two for the road, we gon' be starving

Keep the fist on my comb when I pick out my 'fro

Let the hair flow in the wind, skin like cinnamon

Brown butter baby, and your bathing suit is wavy

And that line down the side of your thigh, drive me crazy

It's the little shit

Long top Chucks with the anklet

Small gold chain with my name in it, you saving me

It's simple like your chin dimples, smiling gets deep

Remembering the first time I caught you in my t-shirt

We kicked back, lit that, sipped that on ice

Clipped that, laid back, talked about life

I'm loving where we goin'

I don't need much, I just love that you know that

You know, you know wassup

You know that so long as I'm with you, you're all that I want (all that I)

Baby, you know I hate it, though

I hate the part of the baggage I'm packing, your darling And you can leave me for good (leave me for good)

I am not your average, posin' for the cameras

Always trying to be seen

See, me, I'd rather go pick up a bad one

Tell her roll a fat one

Drive till we get hungry

The simple things (you know wassup)

The simple things (you know wassup)

Now let me ask you, is it still fun?

As it was, back when y'all was first hooking up

That's a rush, you shouldn't rush it on your itinerary, fill up quick

Gonna start to be a little too much, shit

With the obligations, the interviews on the phone at the gate, wait

For the plane that's supposed to take us on a vacation (uh-huh)

While you was trippin', I was in the dungeon

Writin' hits, and yup, I bet they love it

The unsigned nigga with the budget

A long time coming, motherfuckers

The time better now than any other

So girl listen up, you missin' it, here go your chance

They got the bright lights on you, hope you know the dance

You need a drink, got the ice with her So drop a man then you going HAM

Cuz man, all of these projections, and all of these suggestions

Make relationships age even quicker

Girl, that's how the game go

I am not your average, posin' for the cameras

Always trying to be seen

See, me, I'd rather go pick up a bad one

Tell her roll a fat one

Drive till we get hungry

The simple things (you know wassup)

The simple things (you know wassup)