Lique Javon - Cool Lyrics

Shoulda known what I was getting into when I met you in that club
Eye contact when you was shaking it for some thugs
First meeting was sensational, you made it what it was
Only took a couple hours to know that I was in love
Don't know what I did that made you think I earned your trust
Because only a month later I'm hittin' without a glove
Luckily we never got a gift from up above
Crazy how it seemed we had it all but it wasn't enough
I tried moving paper like I'm Michael Scott
Like I'm Britney bitch, you was actin like a toxic thot
You always popped up just to stir the pot
Still tied me down, I couldn't slip the knot
I'm a f*cking mess and I show it a lot
You tried to clean me up but couldn't find the mop
Tried to use yo hands and that didn't stop
I'm sorry that I wasn't what you thought
I heard that you been wearing less but doin' the most
You just doin' you I know how it goes, you're happy and you're just trying to boast
I'm raising my glass, you deserve a toast
But you said you're sober now, so I guess that I f*cking won't
We used to chill and microdose
Now ain't shit sweet but the glucose
My heart heavy like sumos
Wish I could be numb, bring on the comatose
I just pray to god I don't overdose
You
Don't know what you did to me
So how can I make you see
What we gonna do
I guess I'll suck it up, it's cool
It's cool, it's cool, it's cool
What we gonna do
It's cool, it's cool, it's cool
(It's funny)
I never told you you remind me of my favorite porn star
Back when I had no bitches, riding my foreign car
I shoulda bought yo ass some flowers like I'm Bruno Mars
Now I'm surrounded by local thotties while you f*cking wit stars
I know that I was never up to par
Every time we went thru it, I said I'd raise the bar
But I know I couldn't do it, 'cause it's just too hard
To keep you happy, I couldn't win that war
Months later now you actin like you was never in the wrong
A f*cking angel, when you were the f*cking danger
Goin back on your promises thinking that you can be my Mrs.
But now I'm just hearing bout all yo sneak disses
Behind my back
Bitch you're so damn whack
So much sense you lack
You'll never get me back
You can't even suck this sack
Or even taste this dick
So what's the point of all this
When you know this shit (bitch)
You
Don't know what you did to me
So how can I make you see
What we gonna do
I guess I'll suck it up, it's cool
It's cool, it's cool, it's cool
What we gonna do
It's cool, it's cool, it's cool