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Just A Cold
18
On Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Just A Cold was released on July 24, 2026 by Never Too Different as a part of the album I'm Leaving Soon
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Release DateJuly 24, 2026
LabelNever Too Different
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Token
Token
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Goldberg
Ben Goldberg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyle Coldspring
Kyle Coldspring
Producer
Rj Pasin
Rj Pasin
Producer
Nic Violets
Nic Violets
Producer
Nox Beatz
Nox Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Never Too Different
Downtown, down south
Flippin' packs, up, down
Downtown, down south
Flippin' packs, up, down
Downtown, down south
Flippin' them packs on southbound
Talkin' that shit, get smacked up
Pretty lil' bitch got scars now
Downtown, down south
Flippin' them packs on southbound
Talkin' that shit, get smacked up (Never Too Different)
Pretty lil' bitch got scars now (Never Too Different)
I don't like shit, I don't go out because it walk into the room like Buffet (Yeah, baby)
Make a bitch check concussion, hoodie black as my lung is (Yeah, baby)
Goodie bag, my shit come with suicide notes I wrote (Yeah)
But I gotta go for broke (Yeah)
Giving up don't float my boat (Yeah)
Giving up don't feed my folks (La-da)
Crazy, I'm vida loc' (La-da)
Coke up my demon's throat
Put a bottle inside of it, then I seal it closed
I'm really him, really cold
I write off the realest dose
Sniff so hard, can't feel my nose
Tell my fans it's just a cold
Downtown, down south (La-da)
Flippin' them packs on southbound
Talkin' that shit, get smacked up (La-da)
Pretty lil' bitch got scars now
Downtown, down south (La-da)
Flippin' them packs on southbound
Talkin' that shit, get smacked up (La-da)
Pretty lil' bitch got scars now
Downtown, down south (La-da)
Flippin' them packs on southbound
Talkin' that shit, get smacked up (La-da)
Pretty lil' bitch got scars now
La-da
La-la
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
I forget last night, so I'm happy for today
And I love the girl still, so I'm glad she got away
Dig a hole like the acid on her brain
But I'm sharper than the tool that put my dad's name on the grave
I think about the same things every day
Wear rings every day just to put the ice on a handshake
It's a cold world, feel the pencil in my hand break
Page after page after page, it's a rampage
Page after page full of pain, it's a campaign
Heard it through the grapevine, she be at her man's place
Heard it through the grapevine, that body is man-made
But I came from the grapevine like champagne
Bitch, I'm not a God, I'm a brand name
Put so many kids in her veins, gotta say my name in vain
I'm a sycophant, a fit of power turn a sinner to my soldiers
Highway to hell, I'ma tell 'em be the chauffeur
La-la
La-la (Yeah, ho)
La-la
La-la (Yeah, ho)
Written by: Ben Goldberg
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