Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song walking in the snow, artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
walking in the snow |
| Get a dose, a dirty code to go, been cold since Co-Flow |
| Got a wire or two unlodgin', I’ll set a fire down below |
| I’ll hang it up when you say, «Sorry, I didn’t know» |
| Prolly got a year or ten to go, so let’s go |
| I don’t really know how to go slow |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker’s cold (Ayy) |
| You in the wrong mode, you open and closin' your hole, it’s a no go |
| This whole world’s a shit moat, filled to the brim like Gitmo |
| When you think it don’t get mo' low it limbo 'til the sticks on flo' |
| All oppression’s born of lies, I don’t make the rules, I’m just one guy |
| All due respect, if getting spit on’s how respect is now defined |
| Hungry for truth but you got screwed and drank the Kool-Aid, there’s a line |
| It end directly at the edge of a mass grave, that’s their design |
| Funny fact about a cage, they’re never built for just one group |
| So when that cage is done with them and you still poor, it come for you |
| The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used |
| You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too (Oops) |
| Pseudo-Christians, y’all indifferent, kids in prisons ain’t a sin? |
| Shit |
| If even one scrap of what Jesus taught connected, you’d feel different |
| What a disingenuous way to piss away existence, I don’t get it |
| I’d say you lost your goddamn minds if y’all possessed one to begin with |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (Cold, cold) |
| Yeah, ho, Gangsta Boo, Run the Jewels |
| We back on our shit, and it’s cold as fuck |
| The way I see it, you’re probably freest from the ages one to four |
| Around the age of five you’re shipped away for your body to be stored |
| They promise education, but really they give you tests and scores |
| And they predictin' prison population by who scoring the lowest |
| And usually the lowest scores the poorest and they look like me |
| And every day on the evening news, they feed you fear for free |
| And you so numb, you watch the cops choke out a man like me |
| Until my voice goes from a shriek to whisper, «I can’t breathe» |
| And you sit there in the house on couch and watch it on TV |
| The most you give’s a Twitter rant and call it a tragedy |
| But truly the travesty, you’ve been robbed of your empathy |
| Replaced it with apathy, I wish I could magically |
| Fast forward the future so then you can face it |
| And see how fucked up it’ll be |
| I promise I’m honest |
| They coming for you the day after they comin' for me |
| I’m readin' Chomsky, I read Bukowski, I’m layin' low for a week |
| I said somethin' on behalf of my people and I popped up in Wikileaks |
| Thank God that I’m covered, the devil come smothered |
| And you know the evil don’t sleep |
| Dick Gregory told me a couple of secrets before he laid down in his grave |
| All of us serve the same masters, all of us nothin' but slaves |
| Never forget in the story of Jesus, the hero was killed by the state |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold |
| Just got done walkin' in the snow |
| Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (Cold, cold) |
| Who really wanna run it with the Jewel Runners? |
| Go hellfire hot in a new sauna |
| It’s a cold winter, baby, and a cruel summer |
| I suicide bomb in the blue Hummer |
| And emerge out the side, not a bruise on 'em |
| Bad news come in twos, son, do somethin' |
| Treat beats like a wet thigh, chew on 'em |
| Got a stroke row crew on 'em, move on 'em |
| We be the heroes, the breakers of chains, and the busters of locks (Locks, |
| locks) |
| You be them suckers supportin' them snitches that talk to the cops |
| This the Illmatic of turning your face into fucker foie gras |
| I’m not so sure opportunity’s knocking, it’s probably the law |
| Word to the old school tape decks |
| I get Radio Raheem respect |
| My Nike pendant sacred |
| Similar to the Ghostface bracelet |
| Fire in the hole, oh, no joke |
| Prolly go broke just off smoke |
| Fuck are we gonna do, not smoke? |
| Get a job, play the role, be adults? |
| Nah, I’ma do me, arigato |
| First of all, they cheated (Haha) |
| 'Cause they, one of 'em black and the other one white (Uh-huh) |
| So if you don’t like 'em, you automatically racist (Ah, oh, well) |