Sweet

[Intro: Joey Cool]
Yee, teesh
Yee, teesh, teesh
Whoa, teesh, whoa

[Hook: Joey Cool]
This here too sweet (ahh)
This here too sweet (let’s go)
This here that heat
We just gon’ eat (let’s go, oww)
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think (oww)
This here too sweet (ohh goddamn)
This here too sweet (whoo, yee, yee, whoo)
This here that heat (let’s go, ahh)
We just gon’ eat (let’s go)
Fuck what you think (that’s it)
Fuck what you think (let’s go, ahh)
This here too sweet

[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
See the big boys playin’ over here hoe
I am at a level not near bro
Why you wanna meddle with a hero?
What the hell he said is not clear ho (ahh)
Tryna keep it cool, but I feel like you ain’t hearin’ me
My energy is very near and dear to me
I-I ain’t got a fuckin’ ounce of fear in me
And you don’t want the Teremana steerin’ me (du-du-du)
Tryna hit somethin’ in the scene, I’m with the big boss
If you in my vicinity, then get lost (ahh)
I know I be drippin’, I'm big sauce
Swank Lord on ‘em, that’s drip sauce
I don’t think you wanna get him pissed off
That be ass backwards, homie, criss cross (whoo)
I know I be drippin’ homie, big sauce
I be at the scene, I’m with the big boss

[Hook: Joey Cool]
This here too sweet (ahh)
This here too sweet (let’s go)
This here that heat
We just gon’ eat (let’s go, oww)
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think (oww)
This here too sweet (ohh goddamn)
This here too sweet (whoo, yee, yee, whoo)
This here that heat (let’s go, ahh)
We just gon’ eat (let’s go)
Fuck what you think (that’s it)
Fuck what you think (let’s go, ahh)
This here too sweet

[Bridge: Joey Cool]
They said we on tonight
Said we on
They said we on
They said we on tonight
Said we on
They said we on
They said we on

[Verse 2: Joey Cool]
They say it’s damagin’
The thing called the mannerisms sting
Only in America, we see the cameras in sync
And no it isn’t fair when they got the homies on the brink
But the ones who lockin’ up, they be controllin’ all the bings
Sayin’ "Whoa there, you don’t wanna go there bud"
Better be in touch, you don’t wanna "oh" there, bud
I’m a man, goddamn, you’re a cold piece of mud
Understand who I am what I always was

[Verse 3: Lex Bratcher]
Yea, huh, and how you handlin’ defeat?
When you starin’ at receipts
And your baby mama wanna get her manicured feet
You was told to lie about the hustle, and the way to breathe
‘Til you panderin’ the people, just to hand it to your team
For the pro shoes, hoes too, fans are gon’ agree
Makin’ pro moves, show you what a man is supposed to be
Cuz they told dudes, yo lose your head above your ego
But a man that kick you standing more dishonor than the free
Got emotion you fucked up cuz all that you livin’ is a lie
Because America made a decision that you wanna rise
To be the greatest who ever did it, maybe it’s all façade
To keep you lookin’ for ways to get you that life that you oblige
And you look into your past, and your homies who have tried
And probably ended up in chains around they bodies, just to ride
On that tide of the most high, but who control supply?
You may had to change from wealth, or the change from the crimes
Either way, you still stuck, and they gon’ blame the mannerisms
The candle is what’s gon’ burn your hand if it is drippin’
The weakness holds the flame, and they blamin' all the victims
Just to scan the paperwork, and take the pain upon the kitchen
But for what? A society created for the bucks
A society created to keep hands and feet stuck
Eyes glued to the front, I lose no matter what
Cuz America's still the best business that ever was
Damn

[Bridge: Joey Cool]
They said we on tonight
Said we on
They said we on
They said we on tonight (this shit crazy)
Said we on
They said we on
They said we on tonight
They said we on