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cold - ty farris & bozack morris lyrics

[intro: ty farris]
from the top with it
i’m wired different

[verse 1: ty farris]
i was (cold), mislead down the wrong path
walk the plank or get your throat slashed
so i backward*flipped into a cold splash
survival rate is no chance
grew up poor, baking soda, no colgate with my cold baths
how does hot water feel? (cold)
picture your designated driver drunk and they lost the wheel
that’s my life in a nutsh*ll, it took time for my heart to heal
go out in a blaze of glory ‘fore my daughter see her father kneel
live off the land, no farmer sk!lls
just fiends and pharmaceuticals (cold)
the darkest musical provide the thoughts of art that’s beautiful
you pushin’ a fly whip, let me guess, it’s parked in neutral
whatever i write, bet your last dollar, it’s outside the cubicle
out the box for you bozos with your clone flows
you n*ggas lyin’, you ain’t walkin’ the streets with a long nose
you fragile as derrick rose bones tryna tackle at the rose bowl
call me and it ain’t ’bout money, i hang up and say the phone froze
nah, i don’t f*ck with rappers ’cause most of these n*ggas rockin’ they hoes clothes (cold)

[chorus: ty farris]
it’s clear to see that i’m different with it
every lyric i paint, you can visualize it
i write strolls for my soul
lo and behold, if you listen close
you can tell that i’m cold
[verse 2: ty farris]
different design, rare breed ’round primitive minds
summertime they wet you up, catch you slippin’, then slide
villains with pride, no feelings, just revealin’ the .9
smile in your face, then flip the script and stab a stick in your spine
sl!ck with the lines, oil drips in the pen as i scribe
penetrate your brain with my pain and the sins i survived
i’d rather die ‘fore i swim with the tides
go against the grain since my youth days
i came to create a new wave
the flow dirty as the bum hand askin’ for loose change
i float on beats just like bicycle kicks from liu kang
many ramen noodle nights ready to let the deuce*deuce bang
run in pockets like a pool game
you the world trade, i’m the two planes (cold)
motivated by provin’ haters wrong
my life a wes craven poem
isolated with chrome at home while i play my songs
if you rock a crown, i want a title shot
i’m movin’ up in weight class, they can’t deny my spot
n*gga, i’m cold

[verse 3: smoovth]
i’m colder than that ac when you sleepin’
i’m colder than that ice pack on your baby gums, she t**thin’
colder than that shoulder that my baby momma had
when i was in and out the pad, reminded of her old dad
i spit that cold sh*t, colder than snowflakes
colder than that morgue of n*ggas died at old age
colder than that cage, my uncle locked down for twenty*three hours
colder than a prison shower, colder than a dead flower
ice capade all over beats
i did a song a couple years ago, “cold streets”
that chrome piece feelin’ chilly on your cheek
make your knees weak, read my sh*t and weep
my cousin, he was locked up
got out, and died three weeks later, it’s f*cked up
i knew he could be greater
for now, it’s see you later
couldn’t picture his cold body
for him, i’d blow the cold shotty
it’s cold

- ty farris bozack morris lyrics

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