COLD SUMMER - Lil Dee: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

COLD SUMMER

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Hip-Hop/Rap

COLD SUMMER was released on July 3, 2026 by Chairman of the boardwalk as a part of the album COLD SUMMER - Single

Song Details

AlbumCOLD SUMMER - Single

Release DateJuly 3, 2026

LabelChairman of the boardwalk

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM82

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Dee

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Daniel James Rutstein

Daniel James Rutstein

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Quan Deaux

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Shark sighting in the waters off Coney Island

Beachgoers seeking relief from the heat were forced to stay out of the water

[Verse 1]

Out here all night

Swear they tryna keep me out the game, but we on again

Back up out my face with all that, "Danny, why you gotta change?"

Movie, shit is scary, with my brothers like I'm Marlon Wayans

Blueprints on the paper 'bout to turn to Shawn Carter planes

Shout to Dren Starr, Vic Medina, have ya seen her?

Like Martin, Dan a dreamer since my Martin had a Gina

In Miami, I ain't Danny, hit the field, I'm Dan Marino

This game, I had to clean up

I feel like Stanley Steemer

Stanley Steemer, your certified cleaner

Aye

[Verse 2]

When it come to New York rappers, I'm the greatest on the scene

I been places in the Garden that some players never seen

With my uncle Allan Houston and we waving on the screen

I bet Wes'll make me honorary player of the team

I'm that high roller, can't stop, hold 'em

My bars hot and y'all not colder

They can't see me like glaucoma

Run y'all over my drive home

And I drop bombs, I ran the game

Like Khamenei did, homie, I told her

I ain't 'bout to purchase no teddy bear

If y'all out here acting bipolar, it's Dee

[Chorus]

Cold summer

I'd rather die before I let you get my phone number

I'd rather leave you in the past and let the bros come up

Say, "I you don't see you anymore," I tell her, "Oh, bummer"

Bitch, I'm the Road Runner

And it's a cold summer

I'd rather die before I let you get my phone number

I'd rather leave you in the past and let the bros come up

Say, "I you don't see you anymore," I tell her, "Oh, bummer"

Bitch, I'm the Road Runner, let's go

[Verse 3]

Coney Montana, Leyenda de la Manzana

Shout out my puertorriqueña, but they know Danny italiano

I have 'em sweating when I walk in, looking like they came out the sauna

I move like Cujo, me and Puzo, might just change the persona

It's like that Bruno song

I'm the man she was dancing with

Promise they gon' try to cancel this

Incoming call, I never answer that

Wasn't sick and I metastasized

Now the flow is coming cancerous

Diamonds shining on my hands and wrist

Hit 'em, leave 'em with the bandages

It's Danny, bitch

[Verse 4]

I just took my homies out the ghettos and the traps

Like I ain't the fucking Dominic Toretto of this rap

Tryna carry Coney Island, told it get up on my back

'Cause even if I failed the grade, y'all could never hold me back

It's that cold summer, avalanche time

Guess I'm winning by a landslide

No playgrounds when your man slide

Build franchise, see the fans rise

When they recognize I'm the Rap God

Even Teddy Riley say I'm that guy

Leave ya pad bloody like a tampon

You could run forever, but you can't hide

It's Dee

[Chorus]

Cold summer

I'd rather die before I let you get my phone number

I'd rather leave you in the past and let the bros come up

Say, "I you don't see you anymore," I tell her, "Oh, bummer"

Bitch, I'm the Road Runner

And it's a cold summer

I'd rather die before I let you get my phone number

I'd rather leave you in the past and let the bros come up

Say, "I you don't see you anymore," I tell her, "Oh, bummer"

Bitch, I'm the Road Runner, let's go

Written by: Daniel James Rutstein

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