Social Club Misfits, Xavier Omär, Andy Mineo - Coogi Sweater lyrics

Social Club is the best look for the stars
Look for the roaming crowd
And I will not be there look for the roses
They love me, they didn't
And I'm still a misfit

Come together like a
Hundred different strands
Wanna make God laugh well just
Tell Him your plans

Oooh! That's right (That's right)
My life sorta like a Coogi sweater
Oooh! That's right
My life like a Coogi Sweater

Started rapping with my boys as a hobby
Driving to the mall freestyling in a car seat
Homie, I never ever thought that I'd be here
Went from sitting all alone to a beach chair
Homie, what I look like tryna get approval
All these funny looking rappers
In their cool clothes
Independent rappers touring off of TuneCore
And I'll be repping Misfit Gang to my funeral
This is how it goes and
I know it's so beautiful
Cause to be doing what I'm doing it's unusual
And if I didn't mention God
I'd be stupid though
(Cause, literally, He's amazing so uuh)
This is how I'm living tryna
Finish up an album
Gotta hustle everyday never had a how come
Two years before they were asking
Were you found em'
I feel like Wu Tang, '93 Shaolin
I just wanna live young
Party with my misfit's
Always was a stand out never tried to fit in
And I'm a do me, I never try to give in
Everybody got a co-sign
We're the ones who didn't homie

Oooh! That's right (That's right)
My life sorta like a Coogi Sweater
Oooh! That's right
My life like a Coogi Sweater

Fernie shot a text with the dragon face (ERR)
So I hit him with the whales
Me and my lady doing real good
Young boy bout to take a trip to Zales
That's trill!
Never ever thought that I would settle down
Every other city I was running round
Shutting down stages
Places and states with amazing ladies
But after all that I found my favorite
White boy with the black gauges
Growing up I didn't have belts I had laces
Mamma working overnight never did
The day shift, bat life
Now I live the rap life
How the heck he made it?
Aw! Scratching on their head
Like they had lice
Now I gotta catch the last flight
Cause, I got church in the AM, preach!
Call me Uncle Drew they don't know
Who they playing with boy
There's levels to this weird
Levels to this beard
Rappers I grew up on now
On levels with my peers
I'm down at the piers, pan sear the Ahi
Coogi sweater it was knitted by the Aussies

Oooh! That's right (That's right)
My life sorta like a Coogi Sweater
Oooh! That's right
My life like a Coogi Sweater

From my cousin pop lock with
The L this your song
Singing from the yard 'cuz it's so strong
Street life met me at like 16
Lil jit stunting on them
Bikes having big dreams
18 painting pictures like Sistines
99' had the double din big screen
For two years drove my Honda
Round the big tree
2005 signed to Sony rocking this scheme
And time flies seen 'em throw it at me
I'm a G did mine with the Lord beside me
The whole time I was there
They hadn't tried me
Respect goes a long way
I noticed that actually
And now back to the streets
They still playing keeps
Y'all still staying asleep
When the enemy's out there devouring the weak
And you worry 'bout your petty
Little salary this week you see
They got you thinking bout the wrong thing
Promoting real heavy like Don King
And this is that flow y'all been waiting for
So listen to the words that the song sings
Fern

Oooh! That's right (That's right)
My life sorta like a Coogie Sweater
Oooh! That's right
My life like a Coogi Sweater

Ay yo, um, catch me in Washington Heights
Not speaking English haha aaah!