Cold War

Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya

Open says me
Seeds on abundant
Got whole sale supply
I knows just what i wanted
I like girls who like girls who like alignment
Is you is you down to ride
Or do you violate?

My heart got mileage
That's why I don't be trying much
My stupor is self righteous
So sometimes I look childish

I feel divided when the biases contrive a split
ID my crisis
If you see my side of it

Free speech
Free speech
Let her out
Holy cow

Imma beast
Imma boss
Imma freak
Imma flower

I got deets
On the feed
You a sheep
Need a owl

I got dreams
I got sheets
I don't sleep
I don't bow out

Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
All the way

When I die I hope it fades
I don't wanna cry today

Leave me lone
Lemme zone
Lemme lie
Through the phone

Feel this envy in my breath
I need a guide
I gotta go

Get the funds
Bout a gear
That's a check
That's a soul

Whole world going cold
Lately I been on my own

I've been working on my craft
Round the crock
Bout the crack
I don't stop
That's a fact

Get the funds
Bout a gear
That's a check
That's a soul

Whole world going cold
Lately I been on my own

I've been working on my craft
Round the crock
Bout the crack
I don't stop
That's a fact

Imma boss
So I brag
Paid the cost
Wamme stack
Body bags
In the back
We got questions
We don't ask

If it was up to me
I'd be hidden like a stash
But the people need a purpose
So I'm going to get bag

When I'm gone I won't regret
What I've grown and what I've said
I have sown and made my bed
I got Cyclones up in my head

Psycho tones evict the sane
And fuck that check
I want the bank
Front the man
I get that back
I bit the swag
And slit the sack
You MF's ain't playing the same game as me
This ain't no game to me
I pick up where you lazily
Tripped the lazors
They laid for me

Big talk
Believe it and you'll achieve it huh
I sleep walk
Elite when I'm on a beat uhuh

Self taught
Self made
Imma star
You a slave to the game MF

Get the funds
Bout a gear
That's a check
That's a soul

Whole world going cold
Lately I been on my own

I've been working on my craft
Round the crock
Bout the crack
I don't stop
That's a fact

Get the funds
Bout a gear
That's a check
That's a soul

Whole world going cold
Lately I been on my own

I've been working on my craft
Round the crock
Bout the crack
I don't stop
That's a fact



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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