Pressa – Cool, Calm & Collected (ft. Swae Lee) (Audio, Lyrics)

Musical artiste, Pressa returns with the song, “Cool, Calm & Collected” with Swae Lee. Listen, read the lyrics, stream, buy, mp3 download.

Pressa Cool, Calm & Collected

Yesterday morning (Nov. 3), Pressa released the deluxe version to his December 2020 EP Gardner Express. The original project contained seven tracks with features notable from Sheff G and Jackboy. The deluxe adds seven new tracks, tapping Rowdy Rebel for a feature as well as Swae Lee for the song “Cool, Calm & Collected.”

“Cool, Calm & Collected” opens with a carefree, boastful verse from Swae Lee sandwiched by his wonderfully sung hook. He dominates the first half of the track, setting it up perfectly for Pressa to come in and effectively match the vibe.

Over the subtle horns and plentiful claps on the instrumental, Pressa does just that. He handles the second verse with flying colours, using it as a warning to his enemies about crossing him: “Couldn’t cross me ’cause Press Machine, he ain’t Catholic.”

Elaborating on his explosive weapons and fine jewellery, Pressa reassures his audience that he still prefers working on his craft rather than partying.

While Swae Lee takes up the majority of the song’s vocals, Pressa’s presence is surely felt when he rattles off his verse. The duo complements each other with matching themes and equally solid performances.

Pressa – Cool, Calm & Collected (ft. Swae Lee)

Lyrics

[Swae Lee:]
Ooh
Yeah, uh

Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin’ up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that shit (Do that)
Playin’ my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)
Pourin’ up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

High speed in foreign cars, we playin’ (Playin’)
Only thing I’m rollin’ up is tank, tank (Gas tank)
I’m tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced

A13 to the 305 in Miami
Shawty gon’ come out her panties (Panties)
Good pipe gon’ fuck up her hairpiece (Hairpiece)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pass me that motherfuckin’ light, please (Light green)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Park it up (Uh)
First one, spark it up (Spark it up)
[?]
One more dollar bill, they gon’ bust it
Buns enough
The hatin’ you did, it wasn’t enough (‘Nough)
Fuck that talkin’ tough because that shit speaks for itself (Yeah)
I could go to Toronto with Pressa (Yeah)
My bitch, she calm in a lecture (Lecture)
We’re slidin’ around, presidential

Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin’ up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that shit (Do that)
Playin’ my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)
Pourin’ up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

High speed in foreign cars, we playin’ (Playin’)
Only thing I’m rollin’ up is tank, tank (Gas tank)
I’m tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced

[Pressa:]
Cool, calm and collected (Cool)
Runnin’ up a check, bitch (Check)
Bricks of that cocaine (Coke), heavily invested
She fell in love with [?] and herbal essence
Brand-new Glock put him nighty-night (Night)
Ain’t do no wrestlin’
Audemar, it’s a plain Jane (Plain), and it’s a classic (Classic)
Couldn’t cross me ’cause Press Machine, he ain’t Catholic
Certify this trap shit (Trap)
Trip to Miami (Trap)
Bricks in the Camry
Hunnid shots when I win my Grammy
I’m in the club and I’m with Swae
She asks me what my neck, I told her, “It’s a hunnid K”
I’m sellin’ drugs, baby
I’ve been workin’ in the stu’ like fuck the club, baby (Club)
I told her, “Fly and tell [?] that God gave me” (God)

[Swae Lee:]
Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin’ up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that shit (Do that)
Playin’ my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)
Pourin’ up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

High speed in foreign cars, we playin’ (Playin’)
Only thing I’m rollin’ up is tank, tank (Gas tank)
I’m tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced

[Pressa:]
I’m in the club and I’m with Swae
She asks me what my neck, I told her, “It’s a hunnid K”