Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Just A Cold
Token
Popularity · Low
+
Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
I don't like shit I don't go out because it
Walk into the room like buffet
Bang a bitch head, concussion
Hoodie black as my lung is
Goodie bag
My shit come with suicide notes I wrote
But I gotta go for broke
Giving up don't float my boat
Giving up don't feed my folk
Crazy I'm vida lo-
Ca, cut my demon's throat
Put a bottle inside of it
Then I seal it closed
I'm really him
Really cold
Eyes red off the realest dose
Sniff so hard can't feel my nose
Tell my fans it's just a cold
I forget last night, so I'm happy for the day
And I love the girl still, so I'm glad she got away
Dig a hole like the acid on the brain
But I'm sharper than the tool that put
My dad's name on the grave
I think about the same things every day
Wear rings every day
Just to put the ice on a handshake
It's a cold world, feel the pencil in my hand break
Page after page after page, it's a rampage
Page after page full of pain, it's a campaign
Heard it through the grapevine, she be at her man's place
Heard it through the grapevine, that body is man made
But I came from the grapevine, like champagne
Bitch I'm not a God, I'm a brand name
Put so many kids in her veins
Gotta say my name in vain
I can feel the power turning sinners to my soldiers
Highway to hell, let my talent be the chauffeur