[Chorus]

Too cold for a bitch, too hot to chill

Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill

Too real to fade, too smart to lose

Too drunk to drink, too good for you

I love it

I-I I love it

And I won't take it

I-I I won't take it back

And I hate it

But I have never heard 'em

Cause I'm too young to care

[Verse 1]

Man, I hardly rock and fit in no more

The evolution of my image has no room for hats with stickers

Or shirts with glitter, I know

That doesn't leave much room inside my closet for the 2012 collection of summer wear in my genre but

I'm fine with that, these trucker hats and plaid shirts will do

Still got my Supras but I'm stomping in these leather boots

Uh, my attitude is still the samе, however

Uh, I'm gettin' monеy anyway however

Uh, and I'm always 'bout whatever, man

My heart still on my sleeve, but I rolled 'em up to catch a tan

I'm rollin' out and yelling "catch me if you can!"

I'm higher than I've ever been, meet me where I land

Enough with all the partyin', the competition's arguing amongst themselves

They're exactly where we wanted them

The only one that's on my team is my producer

And his style is overwhelming, all these jealous, scrubby losers

Pointing out the obvious, he looks like a rapper

They just scared of what they don't know and they don't know what they're after

And I could tell them, but I won't

And I could help them, but I won't

[Pre-Chorus]

We really do this

I hope y'all won't make it through this

But I doubt that you will

I'm 'bout what I feel

Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill

[Chorus]

Too cold for a bitch, too hot to chill

Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill

Too real to fade, too smart to lose

Too drunk to drink, too good for you

[Verse 2]

I tell them go ahead, but I don't let them take the lead for long

My girl is cool, my drink is stiff, my eyes are red, my weed is strong

And my intentions are as pure as I can make them, man

My feelings are in check like they play defense on a skating rink

I bet they think I'm just some brokenhearted rapper, man

That 808s and Heartbreak shit has always been the answer for me

But now I'm

Takin' my heart on my sleeve and I'll lock it away in a box and I'll throw out the key, that's fine like you parked on the street

Fuck it man, I'm good now

Ask about it, you would now

Try me guy, you should now

Leave your city boy ass in a small town

They want me to leave, well, y'all gon' have to force me out

Cause I know a couple cowboys and they heard it from the horse's mouth

Y'all are jealous, y'all should work that out

I'll shut you down like a computer when you nerdin' out

And my girl is so fed up with all the whisperin'

And I am fucking sick to death of calling her to fill her in

[Refrain]

I love it

I-I I love it

And I won't take it

I-I I won't take it back

And I hate it

But I have never heard 'em

Cause I'm too young to care

[Verse 3]

Haven't made much noise but trust me

Hate me or love me, we're coming, they screaming out "fuck me"

I'm yellin' out "fuck 'em", I'm screamin' out "fuck 'em"

I'm throwin' up wine cause it's hard on my stomach

I'm runnin' out of romantic ideas for dinner on date nights and parties on evenings

Cause all that I think over lobster and drinks are the different occasions I said what I think and I shouldn't have

But I really did

Don't fuck with me I'm not a city kid

Oh, yeah

[Bridge]

All these other rappers on a beach and they watchin' all the pussy

We just watchin' what we eat

Oh, they spend time and they keep their receipts

Probably better off trying to suck love from a leaf, bitch

We're all good and like none of them are happy

Cause they know we'll be workin' on our tans in Miami with a Grammy on the way, and Grammo in the J and some grammar for the bitches that we met along the way

[Pre-Chorus]

We really do this

I hope y'all won't make it through this

But I doubt that you will

I'm 'bout what I feel

Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill

We really do this

I hope y'all won't make it through this

But I doubt that you will

I'm 'bout what I feel

Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill

Put a price on your head, then bounce on the bill

Headshot through the window, and brains on the sill, uh

[Chorus]

Too cold for a bitch, too hot to chill

Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill

Too real to fade, too smart to lose

Too drunk to drink, too good for you