Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colder Days, artist - Havoc. Date of issue: 22.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Colder Days |
| Motherfuckers talkin' bout climate change |
| How it’s getting high |
| It’s cold out this motherfucker |
| Real cold, it’s a real cold world right now |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| You just better keep that heat on 'em |
| It’s real |
| I’m tryin' to fight these demons off |
| Not guilty — how a nigga gotta plead in court |
| Eyes red, they be wonderin' what weed I’m on |
| God got a lightning rod, respect it when you see a boss |
| And I be doing this for how long? |
| Knock it out the park when niggas push the real boss |
| No money down, everything is all paid for |
| Niggas comin' after mine, you know we got stay before us |
| Clap clap and I ain’t talkin' bout a stripper’s ass |
| Bangin' out, whippin' like took all these cameras flash |
| You fuckin' with a titan, you don’t wanna catch me |
| Oh you’re comfortable everywhere, got that home advantage |
| I have your soul leavin' the fuckin' planet |
| And I ain’t tryna put you out there I’m just being candent |
| You just a flavor of the month, career gon' need a bandage |
| When I’m finished with the motherfucker, toe tag 'em |
| These colder days, everything below zero |
| Fuck being loved, it’s better when these cowards fear you |
| Never isolate and keep your enemies near you |
| ‘Cause any chance they get, these motherfuckers try to hear you |
| Speakin' from the point of weakness, nigga not tryna hear you |
| Fuck a ho, I’m tryna to save ya, look what happened to heroes |
| Niggas get they shit rocked |
| You all blind, left for dead you outta here in no time |
| No time, life is all about choices |
| Consensus telling me to get it, yeah I’m hearing voices |
| Pictured myself up in them Rolls Royces |
| So anything less to me was very pointless |
| I’m ridin' up the block with the top off |
| Choppas on deck, case blocked off |
| Growing up in the hood, have me paranoid |
| Life in the line of fire, cover the blazing at my voice |
| No fun when the party ain’t a party to you |
| Gotta to phase away and now the police stick the body to you |
| First 48 gotta keep your lips sealed |
| Next 48 part of the news real |
| My goons on patrol tryna figure who squealed |
| Right before you feed the baby, niggas get they food pealed |
| Niggas talk about who’s hood colder |
| Mine is, try to play the bridge over and you’re dead |
| I’m strolling in my long shearling, shotty underneath |
| Disappearing like my name is Merlin |
| The magician, have you leakin' that nutrition |
| Speak go to cuff, track him down like I’m ad-libin' |
| Man listen, these cowards actin like women |
| Super bitchy, when he’s on his ass dippin' |
| Out the back door, runnin' when they mouth off |
| Til I deck em in they tracks, makin' house calls |
| The streets is cold as ice |
| Move with precision, boy don’t slip up |
| Watch out for them lights |
| Black hoodie season, nigga give it up |
| My momma would cry cuz it hurts |
| Because in life that’s just worked |
| This time I’ve grown just as cold |
| It’s nothing but colder days |
| It’s nothing but colder days |
| So cold ouchea |
| It’s nothing but colder days |
| Days, days |
| It’s nothing but colder days |