Testo Cold - Stalley
Testo della canzone Cold (Stalley), tratta dall'album Savage Journey to the American Dream
I be that topic of discussion, long beard they love him
Lumberjack button to the top
Suede shoes array of hues on the watch
Time ticking slower through these boulders
Blowing through these colders
Blue dream aroma from the pot
My new thing is write and not think a lot
Just jot off the inspiration fo'
I can see them hating that ain't nothing new though
I seen it before the Hublot and that old school two-door
I was just ignoring it, five speed flooring it
The dream I was exploring it
Trying to live enormous in a farm house
Tall spouse on some S. Thompson ish
Wrote a lot of consciousness
Now I'm just mobbing with them gangster kids with llamas gripped
Down to protect me if the drama's thick
Kamikaze bomber ish slash philanthropist
Always speak to God, but the devil they be dancing with
Under pale moon lights my star trek took flight
So anyone trying to shoot me down my niggas gon' handle it
Pitch black one candle lit
Praying for these niggas that wish me bad and can't handle it
I wrote my own manuscript
Follow no rules, nigga I'm cool
And I'm
I'm cooler than the polar bear's toe nails
Oh hell, there he go again
Weed smoke in the wind
Fifteen inch red line spin
Nigga, I'm not caring
About what you talking 'bout
Nigga, I'm cool
Don't want what you selling
Nigga, I'm cool
I can put you on the game
But nigga, I'm cool
I ain't trying to side with lames
Nigga, I'm cool
They fantasize 'bout my lifestyle
If they could kill me right now for everything I write down
They would do it, no hesi
Now that I found love like the late great heavy
It's a fine line to every money endeavor
See I been cold no sweater
When I'm locked in and focused I'm a go go getter
I been told no better I'm someone with a vendetta
I ain't letting up nigga it's a passion in my heart
Right next to that dark hole that's leading to my cold soul
It's all apart of the man that stays sharp
On my p's and q's x'ing out you marks
Niggas better dart
When I get to throwing shells like Mario Kart
I'm a either hit your head or go straight to your heart
I'm sending you off to bed I ain't waiting on dark
And I'll do it myself, I ain't waiting on dog
Got the nerves to look at me funny like I'm hating on y'all
Like I'm supposed to stand here and take the fall
But Tony told me all I got is my word and my balls
And Scarface told me I was invincible dog
And I'm
I'm cooler than the polar bear's toe nails
Oh hell, there he go again
Weed smoke in the wind
Fifteen inch red line spin
Nigga, I'm not caring
About what you talking 'bout
Nigga, I'm cool
Don't want what you selling
Nigga, I'm cool
I can put you on the game
But nigga, I'm cool
I ain't trying to side with lames
Nigga, I'm cool
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Myricks, Leighton Hicks, Cory Parham
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