Definition Of Cool by Mac Miller Lyrics
[Intro: Mac Miller]
What?
Ah, Jerm
Ah, Jerm, you shouldn't have done 'em like this, man
Hey, uh
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey
Ayo, first name Mac, and my last name Miller
On beats, I'm a monster, iller than Godzilla
Yeah, my skin vanilla, I'm hotter than chinchillas
Hittin' Vegas for the night and cop a villa
Get my lyrics from L, and my soul from J Dilla
Chillin' with the sour 'cause some smoke'll kill ya
I'm just mean, tryna cover all these magazines
And bitches tryna give me treats like it's Halloween
Lil' old school flavor when it's Jerm on the drums
Dodge the bullet points like it's words from a gun
Spittin' flames so they burnin' my tongue
Bitches wanna fuck, but they heard that I'm young
And they still do, I'ma stick around, call me mildew
Go and stay in Bel-Air like Uncle Phil do
Get rich, go and buy me a mansion
And get my parents a nice crib up in the Hamptons
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
[Verse 2: Diggy Simmons]
Jet Set general, roll like a innertube
Drinking on tiger's blood: that's what winners do
It seems as if you'd like to hang from my genitals
Whoa, pause, oh gosh
It is I, the D to the I, with the two G's
Like it's Gucci attire
Why? Don't ask why, you so inquisitive
And the shoes I'm wearing are only limited
My bad, was that a bit much? A tad
Didn't mean to rap, that was low class
Pardon my rudeness, that was so crass
And I'm always making moves 'cause I never procrastinate
The number one spot is up for grabs, too late
What was that question you asked?
What's the definition of C-O-O-L?
If you haven't gotten it by now, ah, oh well
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
[Outro: Mac Miller]
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job, bitch
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job, bitch
You ain't cooler than me, empty pockets
You ain't cooler than—You ain't—You ain't cooler than me
Haha, little asshole, got you so mad
Ugh, made 'em say, "Ugh"
Haha, aight, Jerm, you can cut me right here, brah
I'm done talkin' my shit, brah
Haha
What?
Ah, Jerm
Ah, Jerm, you shouldn't have done 'em like this, man
Hey, uh
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey
Ayo, first name Mac, and my last name Miller
On beats, I'm a monster, iller than Godzilla
Yeah, my skin vanilla, I'm hotter than chinchillas
Hittin' Vegas for the night and cop a villa
Get my lyrics from L, and my soul from J Dilla
Chillin' with the sour 'cause some smoke'll kill ya
I'm just mean, tryna cover all these magazines
And bitches tryna give me treats like it's Halloween
Lil' old school flavor when it's Jerm on the drums
Dodge the bullet points like it's words from a gun
Spittin' flames so they burnin' my tongue
Bitches wanna fuck, but they heard that I'm young
And they still do, I'ma stick around, call me mildew
Go and stay in Bel-Air like Uncle Phil do
Get rich, go and buy me a mansion
And get my parents a nice crib up in the Hamptons
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
[Verse 2: Diggy Simmons]
Jet Set general, roll like a innertube
Drinking on tiger's blood: that's what winners do
It seems as if you'd like to hang from my genitals
Whoa, pause, oh gosh
It is I, the D to the I, with the two G's
Like it's Gucci attire
Why? Don't ask why, you so inquisitive
And the shoes I'm wearing are only limited
My bad, was that a bit much? A tad
Didn't mean to rap, that was low class
Pardon my rudeness, that was so crass
And I'm always making moves 'cause I never procrastinate
The number one spot is up for grabs, too late
What was that question you asked?
What's the definition of C-O-O-L?
If you haven't gotten it by now, ah, oh well
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like Shaq shootin' free throws
[Outro: Mac Miller]
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job, bitch
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job, bitch
You ain't cooler than me, empty pockets
You ain't cooler than—You ain't—You ain't cooler than me
Haha, little asshole, got you so mad
Ugh, made 'em say, "Ugh"
Haha, aight, Jerm, you can cut me right here, brah
I'm done talkin' my shit, brah
Haha