Text: Lupe Fiasco. The Cool. Gold Watch.

[Intro: x2]
Let's review the essential of cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to you
That make me feel flyer than lobbys at belvenus
An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school
Now

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Am I for the wrong things, my head caught a wallet
My neighbor hood shirt and my Eddy chain clock shit
My not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowlage, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading in my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-z's boys now I'm skating in your pools
Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules
Like a young fifty I'm on my world tour
Good morning singapore I'm bringing the sun with me
From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities
I am American mentaly with Japanese tendencies
Norwegian senceabilities so stay out the versinety of

[Bridge:]
Yea, yea she loves it over here
It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

[Chorus:]
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my fancy braud
And she full grain
So it's no words
And it's no slang
And I'm no trick
And I'm no lame
It's just so sick
That she soak game
[x4]
It's just yea, yea she loves it over here

[Lupe Fiasco:]
I like zip-t, candles and my Horishi sandles
And Vita sunglasses and purple murdersouses samples
I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle
Such a good disgner Junior Wontanabi got genu
I like Go Tiama Moto and I might roll solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos
I like mott black pens and most gloomy paper
I like go-yard bags and green now and laters
Monical magazines and japanese manga
Futuring asperaticks and espn trainers
I like street fighter 2 I just really hate