Mellowhigh
Mellowhigh - Cold World songtekst
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[Verse 1: Remy Banks] Swerving in a hoopty, but a nigga not drunk I'm high off of life, with a pinch of skunk Maybe high off of determination, but I'm low on luck Because we've been putting on for years, and people still be counting sheep on us But its cool, I be that offspring dressed in all wolf clothing With a mallet and a bell, just to await a rude awakening Out here yellin Worlds Fair Hailing from a place where every nigga wanna be king Plus this world is too cold, so I keep myself circle small Puffing chronic with my dogs, chilly, but we hold down the city And my burrow, feelin unstoppable like Tetsuo Akira in the membrane Queens get the money And I'm broke and going insane, stressed out my brain Til it left on a train to Connecticut for the weekend Might extended stay until I'm diving in the deep end Of a pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, let's get this money, man [Hook: Domo Genesis] L said it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile That real shit is going out of style These young niggas out here acting buck wild We just need that real shit right now L said it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile That real shit is going out of style These young niggas out here acting buck wild They just need that real shit right now [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] For what it's worth, a nigga made his way from the dirt All the times I went berserk, all ideas that didn't work But we cherish when we hurt, we finished dinner and dessert For every thought that hurt for the piece that I deserve I'm on the search Many times a nigga thought that he would give in Every dream that I would witness with previous premonitions I knew that I would be this It's never been a secret to?????? I'm runnin overheated, but practice what I'm preachin Never sleep and we catch you slippin and throw you in the deep end I know some niggas died over pride, high I know some fake niggas claim they ride, that's a lie I know some hatting niggas that when I rhyme, they despise Wish I could share these visions through eyes High like a fucking revolutionary I'm droppin knowledge, and its only knowledge you should carry Bitch, I'm in truth and everybody know the truth [Hook:] [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] Looking for shit to scratch up off this bucket list Found a tug of war between my mother and my fucking friends Fucking bucket, bumping nothing in the summer Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case you wondering where the ruckus went I kept in the baggie of Oregano Fronting like I'm selling dope, stunting with my effort low Let the records show these niggas why they bitches neck is swole It's ofm to the death of us, pigs, try to hem us up The best wrestler's back guzzling seconds up Using label checks to fuck around in the Cressida And I'm advocating aggression To any man who would test us, an avid fan of the presence of vodka This drink is like my first time hearing Flocka Hope is what the weed can't offer Cheap ass, coughing, C-class method-acting young nigga Dressing like I'm geriatric, said it's very active Strong arm, steady swearing I could tear a mattress Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry tactics Why you started? I fire harder than every rapper Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches? [Interlude] [Hook:] [Verse 4: Hodgy Beats] No confusion and??? I know who I am Responsibility enables me to move through life with agility