Ginge Mansion - Hot Head

Hot headed with a cold heart
I'm here to take it all brother I ain't here to take part
On the roll, I was bunnin' up a spliff I been runnin' with the clique, you can smell it when I roll past
Hot-headed with a cold heart
I'm here to take it
Hot headed with a cold heart
I'm here to take it all brother I ain't here to take part
On the roll, I was bunnin' up a spliff I been runnin' with the clique, you can smell it when I roll past

Crew flicks like a family album
I was sittin' in the middle like my family's Malcolms
Ever since I was little, I was damned they doubt them cards hard, now I give em all the bird like falcons,
I got crops in my jocks, Crocs on my socks
Started with a loss, but it turned me to a boss
I got used to the cold, now I'm one with the frost
And the music's in my soul, so they ask what the cost,
I say priceless, homie you ain't really nothin' like this,
Panic at the disco, your life's in a crisis
Spinning like some hypno, spread it like a virus
Everything I touch turned to gold, shit be timeless
It's time it's, crazy it drive us,
Always looking fresh, you'da think I got a stylist
Always from the chest, all this shine it could blind us
Adding up these digits, we ain't fuckin' with the minus it's minor, Pressure make the diamonds like a miner rhymin'
Think I need a fireman it's fire, Shit I'm tired, but I move like there's something to prove
While you snooze, I'll be tying my shoes

Hot headed with a cold heart
I'm here to take it all brother I ain't here to take part
On the roll, I was bunnin' up a spliff I been runnin' with the clique, you can smell it when I roll past
Hot-headed with a cold heart
I'm here to take it
Hot headed with a cold heart
I'm here to take it all brother I ain't here to take part
On the roll, I was bunnin' up a spliff I been runnin' with the clique, you can smell it when I roll past
Hot-headed with a cold heart
I'm here to take it

Written by:
Lindsay Mann

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