Testo Cold Night - Psychic
Testo della canzone Cold Night (Psychic), tratta dall'album Cold Night
My name is Psychic
And you're welcome to Diary of Psychic the mixtape
I call this Cold Night
You know one of those nights shitty things keep popping into your head
Like the whole world is turning around
And I got sheyila on the beat
Cold night
But the thoughts ain't cool
Lots running through my mind in Usain Bolt shoes
Picking up my diary
Picking up my pen
Writing my happy story even in my pain
This is a song form
But try to understand
I started this game without having an upper hand
The picture wasn't clear till I had a photo shop
Mama ain't pleased with the game neither was pop
As a first born you really need to use your head
Younger ones behind you to follow your effing lead
Explain your problem to the people
They mock you
Like the exams before WAEC
They mock you
With the way people hate
Do they get paid
Cause why would I pay a prostitute if I won't get laid
It's okay bro if you really just don't like me
Remember Twitter still reigns with no like button
Feel the coldness of the night
Feel the breeze
Remember those you wounded
And those you cheated
Feel the wondering spirit in the air that ain't at peace
Free your soul from the past
Feel at ease
Feel the coldness of the night
Feel the breeze
Remember those you wounded
And those you cheated
Feel the wondering spirit in the air that ain't at peace
Free your soul from the past
And feel at ease
You may not understand me
You ain't in my shoes
I'm a Nike fan
You probably on a Jimmy choo
Writing lyrics when I got test
Homie that's the clue
Books wouldn't stick
But lyrics was glue
Success is a bitch
You need to pay her to get ahead
Remember you need to shovel hot coals to make a bread
Like wande coals complexion
Nigga life ain't fair
So if you ain't opportune to take the lift
Just take the stairs
They see you out of there
They judge you
Science student know nothing about law
Still they judge you
I'm not perfect yet
I'm just trying to be a better me
They ain't related to the custom
So they can't even bother me
You forget about your relatives
They forget you too
Now you complaining forgetting you forgot them too
I know I'm swabbing in stories
But homie that's the plan
So never start a project bro without a plan
Feel the coldness of the night
Feel the breeze
Remember those you wounded
And those you cheated
Feel the wondering spirit in the air that ain't at peace
Free your soul from the past
Feel at ease
Feel the coldness of the night
Feel the breeze
Remember those you wounded
And those you cheated
Feel the wondering spirits in the air that ain't at peace
Free your soul from the past
And feel at ease
Without struggles homie interesting stories can't be told
It was just a metal that went through it's not with gold
You did your best yet they don't wanna see the good in you
See the best in yourself
You don't need them to see the good in you
I don't know if I'll be leaving the rap game real soon
But whenever you miss me just listen to this real slow
Feel the storm in my head as I rest on my bed
The world is misled
Oh God please come to our aid
Chose this career to leave something behind when I die
So my words can touch the other future generations when I'm gone
Forgive me if I make songs and you be like what the fuck
Remember we are humans we can't do without the flaws
I just wanna make it to the land filled with the golden floors
But life is a beach
We need to swim hard to make the shores
Just pray just pray
That's the key
This is my diary
And this is me
Credits
Writer(s): Ifeoluwa Dunmade Alabi
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