Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Wave, artist - Timeless Truth
Date of issue: 18.02.2016
Song language: English
Cold Wave |
Wise wordplay, knuckles made of solid brass |
Graduated top-of-class, studied Harvard math |
A rebel past chasing dollars let the metal blast |
Hone the craft like we wrote the book and made the path |
Smoking barrels, sport the dopest apparel |
Tokin' an owl, throw in the towel give toast to the power |
Comatose to the sour, set the saga let you enter nirvana |
Dressed as a doctor to treat you in trauma |
Llama next to the cama, we mamajuana swiggers |
Fly to the zippers while you live in pajamas and slippers |
Rotten livers, your squad beginners, the God delivers |
We wrote the book of Guinness, for being the fucking illest |
See through the drama, you prima donnas, my team is solid |
Thieving robbers completed college with honors |
Clash of the titans, whoever wanna fight |
Then I’m striking like lightening |
In the Beamer with the Bentley Brietling… it’s frightening |
Winds blistering |
Ice glistening |
Reel in dividends like we fishermen |
Bump it through the Alpines while you listening |
Ice gold like them alps out in Switzerland |
Revenue streams through Carnegie arteries |
Broke kids with rich dreams so we mastered the carpentry |
To study schematics and scheme without the ski mask… |
Full time on the clock, no freelance |
While we dance with death, but it can’t match the footwork |
Frozen stares looking down, now it look hurt |
Tax havens in Bermuda |
White Hennessey for mouth wash |
Kick back and pay the shooter |
To pop the weasel, brolic brothers puffin' diesel |
Illustrious illustrations upon my easel |
Shadowboxing in the frigid winds |
Your midget limbs ain’t reaching the people enough to give it spins, |
outnumbered on foreign lands |
Burn our own boats, cuz ALIVE is the only we we going back |
Light the napalm and pass the baton, call it quits |
Kneel down and kiss the back of my palm, it’s on |