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So Cold

Hip-Hop/Rap

So Cold was released on October 31, 2025 by Coldsaint as a part of the album So Cold - Single

Song Details

AlbumSo Cold - Single

Release DateOctober 31, 2025

LabelColdsaint

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM78

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Coldsaint

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Noah St John

Songwriter

Lyrics

Hey man a buddy of mine said he had your number

And I just had to call and tell you

You're cringy as ____ kick some doors and ____ some ____

And your music will be way better

Look outside

What

Look outside

How did you get my address

You wanna see me kick a door

You seriously think I don't fly off the handle

Cause I don't know how

Don't come in here man I'm sorry

Nah nah I'm just taking your advice

Give me that mic

I hear that hate talkin you feel that bass knockin

Tryna disrespect the Saint like that's the safe option

I see them jaws droppin they all watchin they all talkin about

Like hear me out it's not my fault that there's

Duct tape around his mouth

And he's binded down to his couch with a missing tongue

Cause if he ain't gon use it right I'll take it

And replace his pink ones with punctured lungs

But Coldsaint I thought that you don't cuss when you rap

Facts but I spit raps that give your grandma a heart attack

Let me take you back to my young days

Back when a Monday to Sunday stepdad would get mad

Get whick whack after six shots of Captain

Start whackin me my brother and my mom

Them fists would fall like Saigon

I'd fight back fall back call cops hey dispatch

Keep calm

See what I'd really like to know

How they all forget that boy is cold

Been sick with a pen since ten years old

It's great but I been told

You're getting softer bro

But what they don't know

That I been waiting for my moment to lose all control

See what I'd really like to know

How they all forget that boy is cold

They say I should speak more positively

But that deterred me from being the best MC

So I'm unloading all I got until it's empty

Tired of hearing I need drugs I need ____ designer clothes

Meanwhile I'm headlining my own shows and you don't so

But you dope right and you're not like

These other rats who tryna grab at my spotlight

You ever felt frustrated so bad that you start shaking

Till tears shed from pain that was once hatred

Your soul's vacant you're sitting down in your mom's basement

You can't take it you're fourteen and convinced that you won't make it

So you wipe your tears and you write about it don't cry about it

Say goodbye to homies bust your window and dive out it

Too young to drive so get to stepping to Spring Hill

Find a spot to hide with Bobby's nine let your brain spill

I didn't do it though I made Coldsaint and let Noah go

So I can release that pain in the studio

I really hope that someone hears these lines

That shares a mind like mine

And now you know my drive

And that's why y'all won't match my grind

See what I'd really like to know

How they all forget that boy is cold

Been sick with a pen since ten years old

It's great but I been told

You're getting softer bro

But what they don't know

That I been waiting for my moment to lose all control

See what I'd really like to know

How they all forgot that boy is cold

They say I should speak more positively

But that deterred me from being the best MC

So I'm unloading all I got until it's empty

Written by: Noah St John

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