Cold (feat. Smoovth)
(Intro) From the top wit it I'm wired different (Verse 1 - Ty Farris) I was (Cold) Misled down the wrong path Walk the plank or get your throat slashed So i backward flipped into a cold splash Survival rate is no chance, grew up poor Baking soda no Colgate with my cold baths How does hot water feel (Cold) Picture ya designated driver drunk and they lost the wheel That's my life in a nutshell, it took time for my heart to heal Go out in a blaze of glory, fore my daughter see her father kneel Live off the land no farmer skills Just fiends and pharmaceuticals (Cold) The darkest musicals provided the thoughts of art that's beautiful You pushing a fly whip let me guess? Its parked in neutral Whatever i write bet ya last dollar its outside the cubical Out the box for you bozo's with your clones flows You niggas lying you aint walking the streets with a long nose You fragile as Derrick Rose bones trying to tackle at the Rose Bowl Call me and it aint bout money i hang up and say the phone froze And i f*ck with rappers cuz most of these niggas rocking this hoes clothes (Cold) Its clear to see that i'm different wit it Every lyric i paint you can visualize it I write strolls for my soul Low and behold if you listen close You can tell that im (Cold) (Verse 2 - Ty Farris) Different design rare breed round primitive minds Summertime they wet you up, catch you slippin then slide Villains with pride no feelings just revealing a nine Smile in ya face, then flip the script and stab a stick in ya spine Slick with the lines, oil drips in the pen as i scribe Penetrate ya brain with my pain and sins i survived I rather die before i swim with the tides Go against the grain since my youth days I came to create a new wave The flow dirty as the bum hand asking for loose change I float on beats just like bicycle kicks from Liu Kang Many ramen noodle nights ready to let the deuce deuce bang Run in pockets like a pool game You the World Trade im the two planes (Cold) Motivated by proving haters wrong My life a Wes Craven poem Isolated with chrome alone while i play my songs If you rock a crown i want a title shot Im moving up in weight class they cant deny my spot Niggas im (Cold) (Verse 3 - Smoovth) I'm colder than the AC when you sleeping I'm colder than that ice pack on your baby gums, she teething Colder than that shoulder that my baby momma had When I was in and out the pad, reminded of her old dad I spit that cold shit, colder than snow flakes Colder than that morgue of niggas died at old age Colder than that cage, my uncle locked down for 23 hours, colder than a prison shower Colder than a dead flower, icecapade all over beats I did a song a couple years ago, Cold Streets That chrome piece, feeling chilly on your cheek Make your knees weak, read my shit and weep. My cousin he was locked up, got out, and died three weeks later It's fucked up, i knew he could be greater For now it's see you later...couldn't picture his cold body For him I blew the cold shotty. it's cold
Written by: Allan Wong, Tylando Mendes Farris
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