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So you say you like the heat
Can't slow down to kick up your feet
Comes a time for letting go
Everything that you don't know

Cool your jets, just

to collect my power
My power, my power
Coming in hot
Cool your jets, cool your jets
Ready or not
Do your best, do your best
She met her shadow in the valley

slowing down and fucking off so leave me alone
And learn to sing the fucking chorus, bitch, I'm gonna get stoned

Cool your jets
Slow down
Enjoy yourself

I can tell you're not living in sin 
You're just eager for the good times to win 

From the get go, you're gonna have to cool your jets 
Joe

Baby, Cool Your Jets

Jet Set Satellite

Blueprint

2001

Baby, cool your jets is what I say
When crazy eyes are shot my way
I need a fix and I need one quick
You know the things that make me tick

Yeah

the greatest gift
And your touch is the kiss I'm missing
Flyby feelings
You gotta cool your jets for me but honey in the meantime

Don't stop momentum behind you

to feel the water
And sometimes you need to think it over
So cool your jets and just chill
Cool your jets and just chill
The worst of the worst try to bring

the arm
I am cupid
Something like an awakening 
But nothing to write home about
Nothing to write home about

All the pop hits, will cool your jets
All

think you're breaking

Cool your jets
That's what I tell myself in the mirror
Just do less
'Cause all I think about's getting near her
Don't wanna steer

up
You've got to cool your jets
Boy you've got to cool your jets
Ba ba baba ba baba ba ba
Ba ba baba ba baba ba ba
Ba ba baba ba baba ba ba
Ba ba baba

I don't wanna lose my neck?"
Grave said 'your evilness maintain your cool devil you are a wreck
Mmm
Grave said Cool your jets Big D, my sting is still

yourself
Don’t even try to play yourself
I think you need to blaze this L

Slow down slow your roll
Cool your jets moving way too fast
Slow down slow your

Nothing

Colour Red

Hurst

2005

Cool down your jets son

This is so in you

The breath you take is mine

This is so in you



Until you see

Wait until tomorrow

Then

Run
 
What's that
Run
 
Dead eyes 
Cool your jets
Your demise 
Place your bets
 
What's that
Run
 
What's that
Run 
 
Wasted all this time
I won't be

Slap Dash for No Cash

Art Brut

Art Brut vs. Satan

2009

lo-fi, if you say so
Cool your warm jets, Brian Eno

Slap dash for no cash
Those are the records I like
Slap dash for no cash
When something doesn't

mumbling?
They boast about their humbleness
Huh, slow your horse fam, cool your jets
Orrr Quench your thirst with this pool of sweat
Respect yes for the rules

Fancy That

The Power Station

Living in Fear

1996

and get uptown
You don't want to wake up with a fatal disease

Just fancy that
Better cool your jets 'fore you lose your cool
Better hedge your bets

You said, "Jump"
I asked, "How high?"
Cool your jets
Just somethin' in my eye
But here I am
Grown
I've come so far
Alone

I count the days

The conversations I ghost and put on replay
With all my energy spent sending the words away
So just relax and sit let it simmer down a bit
Let your brain benefit cool

fun and play the fool and mess around
You pay no mind to future days don't run your ship aground
So cool your jets you haven't landed yet
When that ball

and you'll receive your reward
Take delight in God and He will
Give you your heart's desires

Hey!
Stop being angry, cool your jets!
Don't lose your temper, it

or getting some rest?
Your energy is at eleven
Are you under duress?
Come down a couple notches and cool your jets
And maybe act like you got some sense, relax

Southside Bronx where the brutes are
Way Uptown where my roots are
Boy I'm in the house like a rooftop
You better cool your jets or the Medusa next
That mean

because that bitch is dumb
I need a honey bun, by the time I'm 21
You don't have my respect, if you can't sell me none
You better cool your jets, before I