Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold Day , by - K.A.A.N.. Release date: 03.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold Day |
| Man it’ll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit |
| I got that noose vice grip, you’se as loose as a bitch |
| You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit |
| You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig? |
| Asymmetrical like geometric squares |
| Incompatible, there’s nowhere to compare |
| Me to you, it’s not possible |
| Logical, niggas pulling out they hair follicles |
| Comical, shit to each his own, do what you gotta do |
| A lot of you, do the dumb shit that you’ve been allotted to |
| But that’s what I’m alluding to, I hope I’m not confusing you |
| Niggas talk and all I hear is la-la-la, le-la-la-la, le-la-la-la |
| That shit ain’t audible |
| I’m Randall Cunningham to these duttymans, I scramble out |
| Niggas ship sank 'cause they rode the wave but ain’t plan the route |
| Overstep on steady stepping stones, it’s how I’m standing out |
| Throwing temper tantrums like Bobby Knight via '89 |
| Rigged the whole series like Rothstein, with a large dream |
| Best believe I come to collect for the C.R.E.A.M |
| Man it’ll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit |
| I got that noose vice grip, you’se as loose as a bitch |
| You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit |
| You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig? |
| Asymmetrical like geometric squares |
| Incompatible, there’s nowhere to compare |
| Me to you, it’s not possible |
| You slowing me up, that’s not plausible |
| Illusions what they are, I’m astronomical |
| A paradigm you stuck inside, your shit is paradoxical |
| I can take 'em out and then move it |
| I can take your regular scene and turn that to a movie |
| Howard Hughes it, use it, fuse it, and make it larger than life |
| Then that’s the bells and whistles with all the aesthetics they like |
| There really isn’t nothing to it, my shit is contrite |
| I got a vision plus the intuition |
| Star of the show, I’m Michael Jordan to your Scottie Pippen |
| These niggas couldn’t start the engine or transmission |
| Your wires crossed, signal’s off, what you transmitting? |
| Man it’ll be a cold day in hell 'fore I lose my shit |
| I got that noose vice grip, you’se as loose as a bitch |
| You need your tubes tied kid, stop producing that shit |
| You get your wig split quick down the middle you dig? |
| Asymmetrical like geometric squares |
| Incompatible, there’s nowhere to compare |
| Me to you, it’s not possible |