Lyrics Cold - Raz Simone

Cold

These days, sex is like a handshake
We thought we had it down, but the plans changed
I remember saving myself, for marriage but a few notches just came on this belt
(Oh oh…)
Me inside of a woman
When I leave I take a piece of her soul
I try to hold on cause I don’t like letting mine go
But in this fast life, nothing moves slow
So we honor a few principles
With loyalty to only a few individuals
People are surprised when pastors are more hypocritical
Than your average criminal
I’m just trying not to freeze up in the cold
Weaving in the snow, the battlefield of connected souls
The weapons we hold, will pierce the flesh to the bone
The methods I’ve chose, will make a house less of a home
Fast fixes, our families turn the microwave on
We like to play God
But take on too long of a case load
Then we pray LORD
Behind the bars of a jail owned
By men who’d rather see us oppressed till we have frail souls -Than sell hope
They stick it to us like velcro
Cold
The way they be doing my kind
They say I’m too
Cold
The way I be living my life
They say I’m too
Cold
From the shit that I’ve seen
What I’ve been thru, just living my dreams
Cold
The way I be feeling sometimes
I be feeling too
Cold
Word, that’s what a brother be tripping on
I would say fuck bitches
But that’s a different song
If you getting money, we can get along
Did I do right by all the women who did me wrong?
They blaming the poisons that they be sipping on
Like that vodka cran last night was way too stiff and strong
Bending laws, that’s why I was hanging all on that nigga’s arm
Cold
Reverse-osmosis-menopause
Do you think it’s okay to lie because you’ve been lied to?
Or to play your man because your last lover two-timed you?
Hurting people hurt, and lies are like the flu
Deception is contagious and who really likes the truth?
Check your Santa Claus, your parents even lied to you
For no apparent reason, your parents even two-timed you, too
And that’s not something that I would do
I told my son Santa Claus was fake and he said, «you're lyin' dude.»
Never trust a man without a watch
Watch out for a woman without a job
Lack luster, lack purpose, lack structure
Back busters, looking like leeches with crutches
These days, I be pointing 'em out
Taking the right at the fork in the road while they go south
They try to make me re-route
They wonder why I be out of the way
And wonder why I don’t answer my phone for a thousand days
Look my brother, I’m just trying to get up out this maze
And figure out some things, plus I got amounts of rage
That shouldn’t be let out this cage
Unless it’s from my mouth to page
I’m about some change, you’re about some change
I’m about to change my number and get up out the states
Pull out the calamari, and pull out the steaks
Order everything on the page and leave without a taste
And listen as the stories perspire about me from out their veins