Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Day, artist - K.A.A.N..
Date of issue: 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 |