Bozack Morris and Ty Farris - Cold (feat. Smoovth)

(Intro)

From the top wit it
I'm wired different

(Verse 1 - Ty Farris)

I was (Cold)
Misled 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 ya designated driver drunk and they lost the wheel
That's my life in a nutshell, 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 skills
Just fiends and pharmaceuticals (Cold)
The darkest musicals provided the thoughts of art that's beautiful
You pushing a fly whip let me guess? Its parked in neutral
Whatever i write bet ya last dollar its outside the cubical
Out the box for you bozo's with your clones flows
You niggas lying you aint walking the streets with a long nose
You fragile as Derrick Rose bones trying to tackle at the Rose Bowl
Call me and it aint bout money i hang up and say the phone froze
And i fuck with rappers cuz most of these niggas rocking this hoes clothes
(Cold)

Its clear to see that i'm different wit it
Every lyric i paint you can visualize it
I write strolls for my soul
Low and behold if you listen close
You can tell that im (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 revealing a nine
Smile in ya face, then flip the script and stab a stick in ya spine
Slick with the lines, oil drips in the pen as i scribe
Penetrate ya brain with my pain and sins i survived
I rather die before 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 asking 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 im the two planes (Cold)
Motivated by proving haters wrong
My life a Wes Craven poem
Isolated with chrome alone while i play my songs
If you rock a crown i want a title shot
Im moving up in weight class they cant deny my spot
Niggas im (Cold)

(Verse 3 - Smoovth)

I'm colder than the AC when you sleeping
I'm colder than that ice pack on your baby gums, she teething
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 shit, colder than snow flakes
Colder than that morgue of niggas died at old age
Colder than that cage, my uncle locked down for 23 hours, colder than a prison shower
Colder than a dead flower, icecapade all over beats
I did a song a couple years ago, Cold Streets
That chrome piece, feeling chilly on your cheek
Make your knees weak, read my shit and weep.
My cousin he was locked up, got out, and died three weeks later
It's fucked up, i knew he could be greater
For now it's see you later...couldn't picture his cold body
For him I blew the cold shotty. it's cold

Written by:
Allan Wong, Tylando Mendes Farris

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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