Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Cold, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Kindness for Weakness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
It's Cold |
It’s cold, so cold |
It’s cold, it’s cold, it’s cold, so cold |
Never mind chillin, the cat graze |
Secrets to life long nights and last days |
City smells like poured bottles and ash trays |
There is not enough palm olive |
Midnight is when things just starting to take shape |
Kids who aren’t ashamed are trying to make names |
Captains on take aren’t likely to take breaks |
People under age more likely to take aim |
People in the pits risk prison or |
People look at pics, start crying and break frames |
X amount of moves not pretty will take place |
Especially when your crew about skinny as great danes |
These are teams that might got reason to make change |
These are teams that ain’t got pieces to make trades |
Squatters aren’t ready to vacate |
When the fathers gon' stop going on vaca? |
It’s cold, so cold |
It’s cold, it’s cold, it’s cold, so cold |
No room for your elbows |
Started shit wasn’t trying to wait until hell froze |
Started veering off the run, start selling shell toes |
If only you could pull your eyes away from your cell phone |
Laugh to keep from tearing at the tyranny, tell jokes |
Anxiety and fear interfere with the pheromones |
Bang over bank notes |
Embarrassed, a bad soul stripped to the bare bone |
Goose downs, bubbles, and bear coats |
There they go, repping their area code |
Crossroads, early the cop croaks |
Foot not in the door means hand on the hot stove |
Freeze and put 'em up, those freedoms are not yours |
Children aren’t phased, fave flavour is nacho |
That and any meat that’s seasoned with |
Wires on the saying it’s not so |
It’s cold, so cold |
It’s cold, it’s cold, it’s cold, so cold |
This is the truth (yeah) |
The countdown |
City is an outhouse lost it and now found |
City is a short putt missing the clown’s mouth |
City is a two year old begging for pow-pow |
City is a lighthouse during a blackout |
City is a suede shoe under a black cloud |
The city is a stone thrown in the glass house |
City is a drunk spouse ready to spaz out |
The city got a score to keep and it can’t count |
The city be the cats me-owth, only these cats down |
But bastards aren’t cast out |
Buildings tall as tall tales, easy to cast out |
The crackhouse and the crackdown |
The yankee caps covering cats brows |
Bluds they cold, cold-blooded as reptiles |
Project towns, project out |