Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lonely & Cold , by - Apollo Brown. Song from the album Thirty Eight, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.04.2014
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Lonely & Cold |
| Why did I leave the ones that loved me |
| The ones that loved me |
| Why did I leave |
| Check it |
| Customised pins, wise men, I’m tied in |
| The environment I’m in is like a lion’s den |
| The tie ride in to the thigh length, I’m one with the climate |
| Pull a crocodile out the closet… I got it |
| Catch ya bum ass slippin way out in Hollis |
| Get swatted in ya squatter, wet em up like a otter |
| Play the Ramada, take a bow right after the drama |
| Word to the father, got real roots like Tariq Trotter |
| Mosaic, the coke weigh it, the bottle rosé it |
| The heat’s gold-plated, the feet are Dolce |
| Track up the beat I might OJ it |
| If niggas is role playin and ho payin, I’m fo-fo sprayin |
| The coat I’m wearing’s Australian |
| I’m not not gon tell ya |
| Cut off your genitalia then hit the Lord & Taylor |
| Lord as my shepherd I’m putting forth the effort |
| I just wanna afford the extras… uh |
| Twin six shooters, life’s like a Western |
| I’m tryina cop the mansion, play the West Wing |
| Break a bed spring, forty acres of lake break out the jet skis |
| Muhfucka |
| Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold |
| Cold… cold… |
| Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold |
| Cold… cold… |
| Yeah |
| Still play the graveyard shift, step in dog shit |
| Sell soft shit, my whip float like a swordfish |
| My wrist and neck frostbit, Le Coq Sportif |
| Send some shots lift you off your feet like a forklift |
| I hang glide off the cliff with just a trench on |
| Drop your body off at Crenshaw |
| Bang the young whore from Singapore |
| Squeeze till my fingers are sore |
| Sing a song like My Cherie Amour… uh |
| Tan in the winter, steamed salmon for dinner |
| The air’s thinner, never let the beef simmer, or let the beast get us |
| Piece is scissored lizard, so much white it’s a blizzard |
| I’m a street wizard, kill a beef, don’t leave a witness |
| Not a sibling, beat the system |
| My shooters deep, I might assist em |
| When death kissed em, your soul flow off into the solar system… uh |
| Greeted by ancestors, gangbangers making hand gestures |
| Let ya chest catch a Winchester |
| Little niggas is out to pull that Willie Manchester |
| You get put out on a stretcher |
| Muhfucka |
| Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold |
| Cold… cold… |
| Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold |
| Cold… cold… |
| Sometimes |