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Cold
72
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cold è stato pubblicato il 20 febbraio 2026 da JamWayne come parte dell'album Unfinished Business
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Data di uscita20 febbraio 2026
EtichettaJamWayne
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM72

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JamWayne
JamWayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaman Palmer
Jaman Palmer
Songwriter
Lukas Payne
Lukas Payne
Songwriter
Zakkary Garner
Zakkary Garner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Producer
Zakkary Garner
Zakkary Garner
Producer

Testi

Karltin
Paranoid pistol get to poppin' Kamikaze killer gettin' busted open
By that chopper helicopter rainin' on 'em
Steady stirrin' up a storm
Everybody gettin' slaughtered in the casualties of war
Cowards killin' off civilians innocent but in the way
Body count steady risin' told to leave 'em where they lay
Justifyin' all your actions Just obeyin' captain's orders
Know you'll never be the same hauntin' memories of murder
Takin' steps into recovery
Rid me of these demons
Hearin' voices in my head
Yellin' get 'em screamin' freedom
Keep on sayin' that they comin'
Told 'em they don't wanna see me
Haters told me so I set 'em free
And they no longer breathin'
And we leavin' we gon' ride on
With the King Kong
Check your E's on
What I be on
Run through the storm
Rain or shine it's murder season
Believe me I gon' get deleted
Depleted diviner
Keep pullin' shit
They got us fightin' in a war that I don't believe in
So I choose my battles carefully before I step in
As the word sinks in and the great spirit flows
Be the change you wanna see In a world so cold
And the world is so hard
Forget about the world
Another casket in the ground
They was fightin' 'bout a girl
Jealousy can turn a strong man to a fiend
Leave a young man dead stretched out in the streets
And as defeat eats at ya
We eats beef, tiime to get your weight up
Your head right and grab your heater
I'm bout to handle this here
Y'all know me sucker a pull up at your spot
Squeeze and bust your whole team, make the whole city hot
Bustin' at the police
Shit I can't stop now
Say a prayer, make it peace
Death knockin' at the door
Tryin' to hide away the key Reaper man gets paid
Old man B to C Just before I lay down
My eyes open, rise to my sleep
Prayin' thank you Lord
It was just a dream, yeah
And I believe in havin' a dream
We sell the cheese
Use your mind, pray, ask and receive
They got us fightin' in a war that I don't believe in
So I choose my battles carefully before I step in
As the word sinks in and the great spirit flows
Be the change you wanna see In a world so cold
Written by: Jaman Palmer, Lukas Payne, Zakkary Garner
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