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artist
Nightshift
Cold Hands
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cold Hands è stato pubblicato il 11 febbraio 2022 da Nightshift come parte dell'album Pendulum
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AlbumPendulum
Data di uscita11 febbraio 2022
EtichettaNightshift
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
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Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM

PANORAMICA

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nightshift
Nightshift
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith
Songwriter
Samuel Peter Dorrington
Samuel Peter Dorrington
Songwriter
George Carl Vincent Ramplin
George Carl Vincent Ramplin
Songwriter
Alexander John Hather
Alexander John Hather
Songwriter
Lewis William Hammond
Lewis William Hammond
Songwriter

Testi

For all you show offs out there
With that high key shit
You flashy
Oh you flashy
Couple people I don't talk to
Well, quite a few me not like you
Many many reasons why we ain't cool
It's all good, snakes lie too
A passion for pain, got a bachelor insane
With a masters in rage, then I passed on that stage
Its craft over fame, in the lab not the bank
Rock a face not a chain, made it front of the plane
My way, said it was a no go
Hit em with the stone cold, stickin' to the dirt road
Playin' for the sport bro, quickly how my sword poke
Fence until the sheet toe, call the flow finito
Breath hoe, all you do is post about it
Like ya tweet the mailman run ya wallet now
Gonna catch something, cash been around
Cheek on the toilet rim, brain in a frying pan
The things you think, think up ain't fly
Think left, head right, drop low and stay high
Think and wonder he counts, but can't read or write
(Lil talk n type)
The things you think, think up ain't fly
Think left, head right, drop low and stay high
Ink and numbers, he worshippin' racist dead whites
(Oh shit)
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
Good weed, hot ride, new clothes, big gun
Feedin' off pride so he die by his tongue
(Uh huh uh huh)
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
Low key, redline, shell toe, kick drum
Workin' all night so he lives for his sun
Man, what's going on
Weirdo's all over the place
Don't believe everything you see
Definitely don't believe everything you feel
Couple people I don't fuck wit
Well, many men never do shit
Finger on the click and not a full clip
Soft hands, never broke sweat
I'm filling you in, the amnesia set in
It begins with a trend, then the people chime in
When memes on the grim, tweet full of fibs
Real starts to bend, truth takes a spin (Fuck wit me)
Time is a hex, on to the next
Ooh lets forget, news is a threat, google too slick
Smooth with the lick, nuke on the hip
Bluetooth the script, new subject hit
Ooh we forget
Shits funny, no one wanna talk about it
Like this whole mothafuckin thing goin' backwards
Shiny package with a poisoned product
Slip a little shit inside it, glass shards in every breakfast
The things you think, think up ain't fly
Think left, head right, drop low and stay high
Think and wonder he counts, but can't read or write
The things you think, think up ain't fly
Think left, head right, drop low and stay high
Ink and numbers, he worshippin' racist dead whites
(Oh shit)
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
Good weed, hot ride, new clothes, big gun
Feedin' off pride so he die by his tongue
(Uh huh uh huh)
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
Low key, redline, shell toe, kick drum
Working all night so he lives for his sun
Written by: Alexander John Hather, George Carl Vincent Ramplin, Jacob Smith, Lewis William Hammond, Samuel Peter Dorrington

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