Lyrics South Central - Cold Callers

South Central

Ay, uh, I’m gonna see it all fade away
Ay, uh, fiendin' for meaning in shades of grey
Ay, uh, she gonna wish it all stays the same
Ay, uh, countered the way that she made the claim
Are you feeling alive, (are you feeling alive?)
Darling your fucking with dynamite, (bitch I’m the bomb)
Ready to die?
(are you ready to die?)
Can you survive until paradise?
(coming along?)
The vibes new, thinking I like you
This vice soothes, under the right moon
Baby we finna south central
If feel that peace, running out on my mental
Rolling out the wreath, if her flower instrumental
'fore my drive on E, imma drop pussy for petrol
Essential
I didn’t know that we’d be here
I didn’t know I believe I fear
I didn’t know remedies near
I didn’t know I could see clear
And in the moment, my inner ear
Been hearing the things would interfere
Now I’ve come to be cavalier, hoping you can tell me
What is love, i don’t think that i will ever know
She lost her way when she was tryna get to my soul
I told her pussy ain’t gon' push me, you should let it go
Now tell me are you really ready for this pot of gold
What is love, what is trust
What is the meaning of both of us
They tried to tell us we ain’t old enough
While we drowning in a pool of lust
What is truth, what is just
You coming with me or you playing tough
Either way when the sun rise if you’re not here imma stay warm
I just might die from this feeling but at the same time its keeping me alive
She wanna drown in wave and i told her I’m ready when she wants to dive
I want a lady who captures my spirit whenever I look in her eyes/
She says she knows what I like
I live in her lap I’m a slave to this thighs
She lost her way, just another day
Trying to find the fruits of yesterday
It was me and her under the purple rain
Trying to find a new terrain
Her flesh was sweet like sugar cane/
I ate it up and let the beast away/
Then I took her to another plane/
And nothing stayed the same/
Baby we finna south central
If feel that peace, running out on my mental
Rolling out the wreath, if her flower instrumental
'fore my drive on E, imma drop pussy for petrol
Essential
Ay, uh, I’m gonna see it all fade away
Ay, uh, fiendin' for meaning in shades of grey
Ay, uh, she gonna wish it all stays the same
Ay, uh, countered the way that she made the claim