Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold for That One, artist - Oddisee. Album song Mental Liberation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Cold for That One |
Uhh… yeah yeah |
Uhh… cmon |
Yo… Uhh |
I keep a tale of loss and prevail |
See many men will try but most men will fail |
To get this pretty cat with motor in her tail |
She drove nice cars and boats she would sail |
Yacht trips and stock tips, she got this |
See, she ain’t even bothered unless it’s 'bout chips |
Not talkin' new money, but that old money rich |
A bangin'-ass body with them gold-getter lips, and-ah |
You won’t catch her up in V.I.P.; |
You won’t catch her at your job as a secretary |
She? |
at the bars and tryin' break a? |
He wanna break it down, not knowin' what’s the cause |
The late night sweats and soon the wife gon' know |
What really did happen on nights home alone |
She get the tape and scream harassment, attorney settled n' cashin' |
Damn she cold for that one |
So cold (so cold), so cold (so cold) |
That’s cold (that's cold), that’s cold (that's cold) |
So cold (so cold), she cold (she cold) |
That’s cold (that's cold), cold world (cold world) |
That’s cold (so cold), so cold (so cold) |
You cold (she cold), she cold (that's cold) |
That’s cold (so cold), so cold (so cold) |
So cold (so cold), cold world (cold world) |
I keep a tale of money, sex, and greed |
This girl is at the crib, not gettin' what she need |
He gettin' that paper and he buying nice things |
But time is of the essence and the grind brings lessons |
Cuz while he on the clock, his homeboy’ll leave a message on his cellphone |
talkin' 'bout how he neglected |
A snake nigga, who always thought he was better |
So he covered in his car, his wife house in cheddar |
But always shook his hand like «We in this shit together.» |
So when things got strange, you thought? |
would never |
The late night sweats and soon ol' boy finna know |
What really did happen while he was at work gone |
He get home, put the key in the door |
Not ready for the shock in which he was in store |
The worst thing he could’ve imagined, his boy hittin' it from the back |
Damn you cold for that one |
I keep a tale of joy turned to pain |
He worked on a job that stressed him insane |
He still worked hard and never once complained |
So the boss slacked off and took all accolades |
Promotions, the bonuses, you know the biz |
But never once mentioned what his best worker did |
His feet up on the table, he sat back and chilled |
If he ever caught heat,? |
could roll downhill |
But either way, his best worker got his |
So the unemployment rate got him stuck where he is |
Cuz he don’t wanna make no waves |
So he say «okay' and do the job with a smile on his face |
The all day sweatin'; |
soon the worker gonna learn |
The corporate world don’t give a damn; |
he got burned |
They laid him off to save some cash and the boss never got his back, |
but got a bonus |
Now your the coldest |