COLD & DARK
Yuh yuh, aye aye
Yuh yuh, aye aye
Yuh
DoubleR, DoubleR, DoubleR
Oh you wanna fuck with me, yuh
Smoke on that THC, yuh
Fuck around with jealousy, yuh
You want some security
I'm sick of rapping about my exes
Cause they hear it and get offended
But I can't help it, don't have a therapist
Put em in a coffin so just sit and listen
Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part
Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade
Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art
Yeah, Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part
Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade
Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art
Been sick for about 6 months
And I'll continue to be as long as I keep writing shit
Dad asked me if I'm gonna blow up, huh
Well obviously, he hasn't been reading the lyrics
I ask him, ever heard of napalm
He's say's "indefinitely, but I do not see what the fuck you mean"
Well it takes a while to create a bomb
And when I drop it, these rappers gon' run away like it was fuckin' Islam
And good pair of tits won't get me through it, nah
Tinder bitches wanna glue me to em' blue tack
Riding on my wave, bitches call me Huey
Cause the flow so smooth and you better move back
Kinda pointless, like a blowjob in the shower
Cause already came clean, blew up like some gangrene
It's not about the lyrics anymore, it's what you look like
I don't know if that is true, but image this and take a hike
Bitch, I'm making my own trail, can't you hear the mix better
If you ever come down mine, no doubt that you get hooked, right
And all my raps are fatal, just hail to great or don't pull my tail
You derail like I was signed with Satan
I'm on the highway, just swervin' all these punks
You've been waiting for too long, you're indicator on for months
Yeah, I got an attitude, I see your bitch 'like what it do'
But the only lane I'm switching is the one that get in front of you
Cold and dark, cold and dark
Young mozip and the YDoubleR
Bitches stealing, you be fearing
Ripping me off ima' shoot at your heart
I'm steadily growing while you are unknowingly
Being a pussy for ripping me off
Think you the shit because, boy, you're retweeted
You're busted all up, you're a bitch on a cross
Send him some garlic and he might just dash
Need fifteen dollars cause I'm low on cash
And since you're the shit, I'ma wipe you away
Now you a stain, fuck up out of my face
Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part
Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade
Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art
Yeah, Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part
Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade
Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art
Yeah, DoubleR
Yeah, DoubleR
Yeah, DoubleR
Yeah
Yuh yuh, aye aye
Yuh
DoubleR, DoubleR, DoubleR
Oh you wanna fuck with me, yuh
Smoke on that THC, yuh
Fuck around with jealousy, yuh
You want some security
I'm sick of rapping about my exes
Cause they hear it and get offended
But I can't help it, don't have a therapist
Put em in a coffin so just sit and listen
Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part
Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade
Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art
Yeah, Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part
Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade
Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art
Been sick for about 6 months
And I'll continue to be as long as I keep writing shit
Dad asked me if I'm gonna blow up, huh
Well obviously, he hasn't been reading the lyrics
I ask him, ever heard of napalm
He's say's "indefinitely, but I do not see what the fuck you mean"
Well it takes a while to create a bomb
And when I drop it, these rappers gon' run away like it was fuckin' Islam
And good pair of tits won't get me through it, nah
Tinder bitches wanna glue me to em' blue tack
Riding on my wave, bitches call me Huey
Cause the flow so smooth and you better move back
Kinda pointless, like a blowjob in the shower
Cause already came clean, blew up like some gangrene
It's not about the lyrics anymore, it's what you look like
I don't know if that is true, but image this and take a hike
Bitch, I'm making my own trail, can't you hear the mix better
If you ever come down mine, no doubt that you get hooked, right
And all my raps are fatal, just hail to great or don't pull my tail
You derail like I was signed with Satan
I'm on the highway, just swervin' all these punks
You've been waiting for too long, you're indicator on for months
Yeah, I got an attitude, I see your bitch 'like what it do'
But the only lane I'm switching is the one that get in front of you
Cold and dark, cold and dark
Young mozip and the YDoubleR
Bitches stealing, you be fearing
Ripping me off ima' shoot at your heart
I'm steadily growing while you are unknowingly
Being a pussy for ripping me off
Think you the shit because, boy, you're retweeted
You're busted all up, you're a bitch on a cross
Send him some garlic and he might just dash
Need fifteen dollars cause I'm low on cash
And since you're the shit, I'ma wipe you away
Now you a stain, fuck up out of my face
Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part
Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade
Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art
Yeah, Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part
Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade
Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art
Yeah, DoubleR
Yeah, DoubleR
Yeah, DoubleR
Yeah
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Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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