Cool and Calm
Dumbfoundead Lyrics

Waking up to instrumentals playing, Smoke up in the ceiling fan
Starting the day with music and smoke filling up the room

Complicated wordplay but really I'm a simple man
Though his lyrics may be complex, he has a straightforward approach to life

I like my weather good, I like my women hood
He prefers nice weather and authentic women who stay true to themselves

I keep it one hundred, and get misunderstood
He always speaks the truth, but it's not always interpreted correctly

Don't get my words twisted now, we ain't all the same
Not everyone is alike, so don't assume anything about him or others

Some got a silver spoon, others have a ball and chain
Some are born into privilege, while others are burdened by their circumstances

Some wish you all the best, some wish you all the pain
Some people are genuinely happy for you, while others want to see you suffer

Life's a game and I'm trying to make the hall of fame
He sees life as a competition and wants to be one of the best

This society asks you to pick a side
The world wants you to choose a stance

Every minute of your life three hundred and sixty five
There are 365 days in a year and every minute counts

Red or blue, big or small, yes or no, right or wrong
Everything seems binary and black-and-white in society

The difference between the two is the feeling of I belong
The only difference between opposing sides is the sense of inclusion and belonging

Yeah, we in the middle of all this
They're caught in the middle of societal pressures and expectations

The temperatures rising like the middle of August
The heat is on and things are getting tough

They litter the airwaves, you pick up the garbage
Media bombards us with negativity, but it's up to us to choose what we absorb

Big dreams coming out this little apartment
Despite humble beginnings, he has big aspirations

Never reached six digits in my bank account
He has never had a lot of money

Credit score red, same color that I paint the town
His credit score is poor, just like the color he paints the city

Three month relationship, tells me she can't wait around
His girlfriend of three months is already leaving him

You can break me down, as long as my fam's safe and sound
He doesn't care if he suffers, as long as his family is okay

I keep the weed lit, and keep my glass full
He smokes and drinks to cope with stress

I call it real talk, they call it asshole
He speaks his mind, but others view him as rude

I call it on the grind, she calls it selfish
He sees his hard work as ambition, while his partner sees it as self-centeredness

She needs me all the time, I call her helpless
He views his partner as too dependent on him

Is it a problem that I don't care
He doesn't feel bad about his indifference

Maybe that's the reason that I'm stuck at almost there, it's no fair
His lack of concern may be holding him back in life

On this path, there's no warnings or road flares
The road to success doesn't come with clear markers

All is fair in love games and warfare
Anything goes in matters of the heart and in conflict

Another underdog story for the books
He sees himself as an unlikely success story

But I promise that the story is as foreign as I look
His tale of triumph is unconventional

Waiting at the bus stop to touring on a bus
He started small, but now he's on the road and making moves

When the going gets tough I keep it up
He perseveres through adversity

All I know is keep it cool
He strives to stay calm in difficult situations

I stay calm
He remains level-headed

They ask me "How you do that?" "What is this fool on?"
Others are curious about his ability to remain composed

A little bit of this, a little bit of that
It's a combination of things that help him stay calm

It's the whole lot of nothing that keeps me on track
He doesn't let distractions get in the way of his goals

All I know is keep it cool
He maintains his composure

I stay calm
He focuses on staying level-headed

They ask me "How you do that?" "What is this fool on?"
Others are still surprised by his ability to remain composed

A little bit of this, a little bit of that
It's a combination of things that help him stay on track

It's the whole lot of nothing that keeps me on track
He stays focused by not letting distractions get in his way