Cool So Bad

[Chorus - Roman Campolo] You wanna be cool so bad (x2) You’re tryna make the world think you don’t care But you wanna be cool so bad Cool so bad, you wanna be cool so bad Uh huh [Verse 1 - Roman Campolo] Honestly I’m tryna figure out How to respond to a doubter who would shout bout’ how my sound may not connect And I need to find a target audience, a demographic But then I’m just another car in traffic on the highway The popular route, the fastest way to get there But when it gets clogged you just sit there I’d rather take the back streets Attract heat from the people who respect me And are down to see reality through a slightly strange lens I love it when she says that my shit doesn’t make sense But it got her so excited that she wants to make friends with me I might not even like the shit that I made last week But I loved it when I made it so, shit, that’s me And being me indirectly gives you permission to be who envision yourself as That’s my new and improved mission And to come through like, I’m that dude bitches I wanna go back to the hometown with my head held high, I want (so bad) For that one girl to go down, give me head, oh I’m just (so bad) But only cuz she tore out my heart, girl you’re just (so bad) Goddamn, you’re (so bad) She looked me dead in my face and she said boy [Chorus - Roman Campolo] [Verse 2 - Roman Campolo] It’s like every other day I change my whole outlook on everything I move, but in a way I’m stuck In a state of shifting interest I’m a product of constant bombardment I was surfing the web but then I wiped out into an ocean of bullshit And the lighthouse ain’t a man upon a pulpit So I’m crying out Nah, fuck crying out, I live how I want You should try it out I’m breaking my behavioral patters But when I get paid it won’t matter I’m getting laid by some badder girls than you ever seen and I’m bragging Why? I’m imitating all my favorite rappers I hate when it happens I think I’m original but I’m not, bitch I want money and cars bitch You want this type of artist, fine I’m ready for whatever Competitive as ever I’m conceited cuz I’m better And every endeavor is just another step toward the top Cuz I wanna be someone she’s heard of She’ll know she fuckin’ missed like (so bad) Cuz nothing feels worse than when I see her riding with him I want (so bad) to commit my own murder Cuz girl you’re just, you’re (so bad) Goddamn, you’re (so bad) You looked me dead in my face and you said boy [Chorus - Roman Campolo] [Verse 3 - Roman Campolo] Burnin’ trees in the night got me zonin’ Oh I’m not the only one? Yeah I thought so And the currency of life is good moments so I’m stacking my chips The best of em’ are when you’re doing what you’re meant to be doing And your friends look at you like you’ve been doing you’re thing And it’s boosting your ego, and you’re not worried bout the rent being due They say obsession with possessions will eventually ruin your soul But not if that possession is essentially you Just feeling like you played your role in this short-ass life And mine is just to be a fuckin’ powerhouse of creativity And they can’t turn my power out unless I let em’ in So nobody is getting in till’ I find that right woman I should have let that one girl cuff me, but fuck it I’m up at top of this club getting love from the others Who just value coolness It’s so exclusive I’m down to do this You already know I’m sold, shimmy up the totem pole I’m of the opinion that if it glitters then I know it’s gold Yup, I’m young and dumb and bold And someday I want love But I- Why won’t I get it if I’m cool? If I personify that chill dude fed up with the rules? I’ll have her listening not even knowing she’s my muse She told the truth when she said [Chorus - Roman Campolo]