Låttexter:
Cold Cast

Nothing more will make me better Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold There'll be no compromising cold, cool, cold Stone cold Stone cold Stone cold

When the moon is full and burning bright Comes a strange feeling something's watching in the night I'm tossing and turning in a cold and sweaty bed I

the corners [killah priest] I visit monasteries Where dons were buried Approached the bench with teary eyes Tryin to con the jury Christ said those of you without sin, cast

fuckin' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast

Don't you hear the ghostly calls? Or do you hide behind your walls? (Jumpsteady) Spiraling back into my past The nightmare upon my mind is cast

lesson An answer you can guess Until you get it right You with your hand up Who are you impressing It's just when everything Is clearly in your sight Will cast

the rise of spirits Or my transparent perseverance, fuck a publishers clearance Gate keep's runnin' interference Yo, you can dissect it, the black prospecta I'm cold

that clear? Clear? Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash Crack ya head on the dash I put ya body in a cast

wind Every time I turn around he's there again It's like a full force gale An american storm You're buried far beneath a mountain of cold And you never