Too Cool To Die - Post Malone

Chemical kids lost in the street Looking for some kind of saviour Perverted minds lead them like sheep Into the slaughter they have to face Too young to die, too drunk to live As they follow in the path of believers before them Too young to die, but there won't be too long to live Daddy's princess fixes her hair Powders her nose from the inside Smokes in the car, drinks her last beer Soon she'll be ready for one more day Head for the classroom and to hell But the clock upon the wall Holds the blind face of freedom There's time to die But she just needs some time to live Years from now, look how they change They're so mature and respected Makes them laugh, they were such fools So unaware of the real live world Honey I'm home, fix me a drink 'Cause it's been a long hard day And the boss drove me crazy Watching the clock On the wall for the happy hour Yeah!

One, two, three, four I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy I tell no tales, I do not lie I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy Halo 'round my head, too tough to die Main attraction in a freak side show Down in the basement where the cobwebs grow On my last leg just gettin' by Halo 'round my head, too tough to die Rainy days, rain cool wine I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine Hot sweat on my face I feel like goin' out someplace Too tough to die, too tough to die Too tough to die, too tough to die I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy I tell no tales, I do not lie I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy Halo 'round my head, too tough to die I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy I tell no tales, I do not lie I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy Halo 'round my head, too tough to die Up late at night, my chocolate's sweet Down in the gym where the muscle boys meet I am a very nice guy, very sincere In real good shape I have no fear At the concert when the band comes on I am in the ring where I belong On my last leg I'm a just gettin' by Halo 'round my head, too tough to die Too tough to die, oh, too tough to die Too tough to die, oh, too tough to die I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy I tell no tales, I do not lie I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy Halo 'round my head, too tough to die I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy I tell no tales, I do not lie I am a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tough guy Halo 'round my head, too tough to die

I'm a heavy metal warrior Restless son of a bitch A weapon of destruction With both hands on the switch Walk right though the fire With venom in my veins Breaking down the doors Kicking ass and taking names Striking just like lightning Forward without fear Don't think twice about it Never shed a tear Stalk like a chameleon Hiding in plain sight You won't see me coming Too late to say goodnight I'm a man on a mission You'll never kill me And I'm a man with a vision You're too blind to see I'm too mean to die I'm too mean to die Spit right in your eye Poison and infection Parasites and pain Can't live within me They all go up in flames Powered by adrenaline Vengeance is the creed Focused like a pit bull Satisfaction guaranteed I'm a man on a mission You'll never kill me And I'm a man with a vision You're just too blind to see I'm too mean to die I'm too mean to die I've got to live forever! I'm too mean to die Too mean to die You can't kill me I was born to survive Got the heart of a lion I'm a cat with nine lives I'm too mean to die Too mean to die I'm too mean to die I just might live forever! I'm too mean to die Too mean to die

The old rocker wore his hair too long Wore his trouser cuffs too tight Unfashionable to the end Drank his ale too light Death's head belts buckle Yesterday's dreams The transport caf' prophet of doom Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams In his post-war-babe gloom Now he's too old to rock 'n' roll But he's too young to die Yes, he's too old to rock 'n' roll But he's too young to die He once owned a Harley Davidson And a Triumph Bonneville Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs And prays that he always will But he's the last of the blue blood greasers boys And all of his mates are doing time Married with three kids up by the ring road Sold their souls straight down the line And some of them own little sports cars And meet at the tennis club do's For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday They've thrown away their blue suede shoes Now they're too old to rock 'n' roll And they're too young to die Yes, they're too old to rock 'n' roll And they're too young to die So the old rocker gets out his bike To make a ton before he takes his leave Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner Just like it used to be And as he flies, tears in his eyes His wind-whipped words echo the final take And he hits the trunk road doing around a 120 With no room left to brake And he was too old to rock 'n' roll But he was too young to die He was too old to rock 'n' roll And he was too young to die No, you're never too old to rock 'n' roll If you're too young to die No, you're never too old to rock 'n' roll But he was too young to die

Oh, oh, I love you Oh, oh, I do I got a sentimental illness for you Please don't go away, oh yeah I was a high school atom bomb Going off on the weekends Smoking dope and mowing lawns And I hated all the new trends Me and my friends sang, "Woah-ooh-woah-oh" (woah-ooh-woah) Here's to the middle of the road At least it's better than here Looking for a cause Well all I got was Santa Claus I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to die My daddy always was on strike Going off with the Teamsters He said that everything will be alright Not every Sunday can be Easter The Picket-Line screamed, "Woah-ooh-woah-oh" (woah-ooh-woah) Don't cross, don't cross the line Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr Looking for a cause Well all I got was camouflage I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to... Haha, yeah, hey Looking for a cause Well all I got was camouflage I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to die