Coldは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2020年12月18日にWCCによりリリースされましたProgress EP
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ヴァランス
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ダンサビリティ
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エネルギー
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歌詞
Cold in a session
You hear my vocal expression
Caught like I throw interceptions
Showing aggression
So much emotion I kept in
I’m on the road with my brethren
Float when I step in
Notice you holding yo breath in
I’m who you know that you less than
Over the textin
She on my screen like virus
Call that a Trojan infection
I am a king
Respect you gon show in my presence
I can’t get to close to a peasant
Hoes wanna test him
Watch how I pull out a magnum and tell her to hold my protection
She acting naughty
Tell her to expose her body
Daddy gon' show you a lesson
Praying for money
You never see any change
You too busy hoping for blessings
All that shit gets old
Feelings was over the threshold
Now I’m too old to compress them
Straight from the get-go
I treat the mic like I’m Catholic
Cuz I always go to confession
I’m watching Bleach
Young Ichigo with a weapon
Can’t kill my soul I won’t let them
Try if you able
What’s all that white on the table
That’s stain from the coke, that’s the resin
Call me a pimp
Wood in my pants like cane
Walk like he toting a weapon
Show me some love
Give you a kiss and a hug
That’s how I show my affection
We on vacation
She like a chair on the beach
Watch how I’m folding her legs in
Losing my heart
I swear this shit isn’t funny
Leave all the joking for Kevin
Fresh to the tomb
He tryna get him a room
His I.D. exposed at the check in
Hella typhoons
From all of the guys in my room
Cuz my **** kick it like Tekken
I’m from the zoo
I get brain when I’m in the mood
So why do you think I’m forgetting
Why is she stressing
She wanna blow up my phone so I don’t even open the message
Holding corrections
He smoking dope with a felon
He don’t even know what he selling
Just know the we villains
Know I’m the goat so I’m flexing
Hope that you notice I’m next in
Hoes that you texting
Prey on yo status and just want the basket you hold all yo eggs in
Where has my head been
She say she know but I know that she don't so we both end up guessing
Smoking a black
Yo chick just roll wit the pack
Here cuz she know that we rap
Rolled through with Trap
We seen her face on the book
So my **** is poking her back
Toes in her flats
Yellow bone up in my bed
After I opened her snap
Left her on read
She sent me a video naked, I sent her my location back
Hoes on attack
Cuz they see me snack
They just want me cuz I'm that
**** that’s finna be making them figures
And I’m always adding, I never subtract
I’m on the track
Spilling the ink like a tat
I do this shit with some tact
Boy I’m so tactical
Bitches wanna get it in and then out is how I make em tap
Cold in a session
I got the coldest progression
What kinda hole is yo head in
That’s what they ask me
I just always end up laughing
Like what kinda hoe should get in
She wanna fuck me
She got piercings on her titties but she know that those don’t impress him
I get laid like Fritos, she wanna bite me like Cheetos, but these hoes just don’t interest him
I get my bread in
Pulling pizza out the oven and now I got fake **** begging
Hate that I’m letting
**** just do what they do, hoping one day that they learn they lesson
Me I just lessen
Communication wit ****, cuz I know that they don’t invest in
Stocks in they craft, I do not need no professor to make this here shit my profession
Fuck is the question
And all of these **** here think
That I wasn’t gon' do nun till I popped out rapping in pink
Blackest and distinct
Hardest in the south
Whole USA, **** rapping in sync
All I do is ball
**** never stand out, always talk shit and I can bet they breath stink
Caught em in the mall
**** really lying they raps talking bout how they trappin in a mink
And now I’m on the road
Money off streams and the songs get sold
When I write another song it’s a part of my soul
Bet that I get platinum plaques, and the backend off of all of my raps, all my shit gold
Diamonds, pearls, babygirl
If you want that, put the pussy on the pole
Whats a hyena to a young black simba, **** it’s my world and you can bet this shit is cold
Written by: Michael Burgess


