Lyrics cold.wind - DJ Static, Negash Ali

cold.wind

The bourbon it burns in the cold wind it’s like 45 in Berlin
& my bunker radiator ain’t working, daybreak won’t surface
Can’t hit the melody, can’t get the melanin I drink the caffeine that is the
medicine
I miss my energy I picture enemies I sense the end of me, oh
And my nights get longer, knives get sharper, gotta spend my whole fucking life
in a sauna
Just not to be the wilest of monsters cause I got this guy and he strikes on a
congas
Invites me to congress and lights up a ganja and like anaconda he wraps round'
my conscience and fucks with my head… and fucks with my head
Where do madmen go abbey road crack the coat for pistacchio peel the skin for
potassium please tell me it can’t be done
Can’t be done?
Baby that’s a song that can’t be sung
Baby that’s a angle that can’t be spun, baby that’s a language that can’t be
tongued
Watch me go, primate, dial up the greats Climb in a cape and fly into space
Clouds break skies cave gates shine god shakes
I’m in this bitch where the fire escape?
throw a fit enter blind rage
Oh I squinch till my eyes ache No gin but I’m the bomb aye
Just a little bit of namaste, then I’m lifted to the mountain peak
Oh my Ariana’s grande, mi hermanos kamikaze