Play It Cool

[Intro: Samuel T. Herring]

On a dark night in the city

Where broken eagles may fly

Play it cool

[Verse 1: Alchemist]

Strumming the notes on the guitar

While I'm rocking my leather Mercedez coat like the R in the cut

Licking my wounds and soaking my scars

Crib full of empty bottles of liquor, broken cigars

On a table, going Ninja dangle on the cable

When that dance make my stance unstable

Hem the bottom of my pants with staples

I split 'em with symmetry like a bagel

Play tic-tac-toe on the cheek with the razor cut up your face

Sprinkle the magic dust on the reefer

Gutter creature, rap pornographic snuff double feature

I'm bubbling something up in the beaker

The night creeper, motivational mic speaker

Brolick ring like a Motorolla device beeper

Light sleeper, leave em shook like a light seizure

[Hook: Samuel T. Herring]

On a dark night in the city

Of Broken Egos, They Fly

No don't stress me

Check my leather soul

Brothers know, don't test me

Play it cool

Play it cool

Play it cool

[Verse 2: Oh No]

I got that shit form, I'm finna flush it to you

It's nothing to you sending threats, I'm rushing to you

Have the little homie run it to you, then run into you

Like an intersection, and now you been intercepted

I ain't in session when the weed's all gone

Like a gardener, just working the hose on the lawn

But I'm a king to a pawn on the chess board

I stress the scores, stuck in a square, just press 4

I'm sitting with the best score in the game, picture the picture

And the same frame of mind, Tarantino official

Couple cameras in the building, the body of work

Mentally a work out, your brain, your body in hurt

Niggas neck broken and bitches' body

Gone and looking for work

Black leather coat let 'em know the boy is boss

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At any cost, don't never cross

Don't never get involved

Be the next mystery that's unsolved

Good lord

[Hook: Samuel T. Herring]

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]

I've been feeling old

I got demons on my soul when I'm writing

The beat play the role of a seat on a bike how I ride it

My vices repulsing me nights when I'm trapped in this pain

Ain't my wife when the light drizzle tap on the pane, I'm inside with them

When the sky clear up, still inside tripping

You can see I ain't been sleeping in my eyes, nigga

In the mirror throwing hands, I don't toss fights

I'm heavyweight, get a load of these light niggas

Looking washed online like light linen drying

I'm through trying with niggas

I'm gifted cause my eyes work in different

And I be seeing straight through the skies as my nigga

And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these bitches

And these guys what's the difference, I despise 'em

I dispose of 'em too, I'm a trashman

You don't want trouble dude

Dirt from the shovel on a low bubble Goose

You a coyote fucking with a roadrunner fool

Bitch, you know what it do

• Artist:Gangrene
• Album:Welcome to Los Santos