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Kota the Friend - The Cold Lyrics



Kota the Friend - The Cold Lyrics
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[ Featuring Statik Selektah ]

Kota (Statik Selektah)
Uh, yeah

Santa Monica, livin' and losing followers
Gimmicks doin' a lot for the dollars, I don't acknowledge 'em
Alcoholics Anonymous, livin' like hippopotamus
F*ckin' 'round with the Oculus, digital me is wildin', I'm free
God watchin', I'm gettin' hit by the breeze
I tend to stumble and slip but never fought on my knees
I'm living my life in tandem with all the shit I believe
Movin' in unison with my spirit, toward the dream
Take it to the block, always focused on the scheme
BNEs, greener weed, all the possibilities
All the soldiers on the Ave fallen, somethin' like the leaves
In between, we crack a laugh, then remember how it be
Branchin' off, because really they don't got nothin' for me
Hear a lot of people talk, but ain't sayin' what they mean
I just focus on they walk, notice if they hit the lean
If I'm missin' what they sayin', 'cause they brushing when they speak, yeah

Water in my soul, pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
But they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal (uh, yeah, yeah)
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold

Never actin', no stuntin', I really want the action
Still authentic, I plan to get it and get to practice
If I said it, I meant it, print it, copy and fax it
Lotta people just focus on how empty they glass is
Income comin' aggressive, ironically it's passive
I play my new shit but they are still dissectin' my last shit
I'm a force, I be solo-dolo inside a habit
Shawty tryna love me, she's saddened 'cause living made me callous
Came out the dungeon and then we took the palace
I'm at the function for minutes, feel like I'm movin' backwards
I'm on my legacy, put my children ahead of me
Guardin' my woman from all of the garbage that turned me savage
I'm focusin' past the physical, hear it and take it literal
Every syllable, audible, hear it and see the visual
Wrote it like, yeah, I thought it, you spittin' somethin' despicable
Flowin' shit is nautical, savin' little for interviews

Water in my soul, pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
But they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal (yeah)
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold (yeah, yeah, yeah)

New year, new issues, don't ever let 'em get you
Trust enough and look at my woman, I'm wondering who sent you
Got the bag and fumbled it and woke up in a sweat pool
Niggas couldn't kill me if they killed me like I'm Deadpool
Made this shit for youngins mixin' vodka with the Red Bull
I write the future, if you was wonderin' what my pen do
Thought I'd be a loser, misguided, hungry, disheveled
I'm running shit so crazy, don't need the trophies and medals
I'm brushin' off the dust and layin' verse before it settle
Got 'em mimickin' my moves, now they call me Geppetto
I was sittin' in my room, sippin' Sour Amarettos
Dropping classic after classic, stacking bangers like they LEGOs
Childish, higher learning, I ain't go to college
Couldn't read me 'cause they couldn't see me through my eyelids
I be that example how the pressure make a diamond
And depression make a legend, live progressive on my island, yeah

Water in my soul, the pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go (go) when I get in my bag
But they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold
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Kota (Statik Selektah)
Uh, yeah

Santa Monica, livin' and losing followers
Gimmicks doin' a lot for the dollars, I don't acknowledge 'em
Alcoholics Anonymous, livin' like hippopotamus
F*ckin' 'round with the Oculus, digital me is wildin', I'm free
God watchin', I'm gettin' hit by the breeze
I tend to stumble and slip but never fought on my knees
I'm living my life in tandem with all the shit I believe
Movin' in unison with my spirit, toward the dream
Take it to the block, always focused on the scheme
BNEs, greener weed, all the possibilities
All the soldiers on the Ave fallen, somethin' like the leaves
In between, we crack a laugh, then remember how it be
Branchin' off, because really they don't got nothin' for me
Hear a lot of people talk, but ain't sayin' what they mean
I just focus on they walk, notice if they hit the lean
If I'm missin' what they sayin', 'cause they brushing when they speak, yeah

Water in my soul, pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
But they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal (uh, yeah, yeah)
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold

Never actin', no stuntin', I really want the action
Still authentic, I plan to get it and get to practice
If I said it, I meant it, print it, copy and fax it
Lotta people just focus on how empty they glass is
Income comin' aggressive, ironically it's passive
I play my new shit but they are still dissectin' my last shit
I'm a force, I be solo-dolo inside a habit
Shawty tryna love me, she's saddened 'cause living made me callous
Came out the dungeon and then we took the palace
I'm at the function for minutes, feel like I'm movin' backwards
I'm on my legacy, put my children ahead of me
Guardin' my woman from all of the garbage that turned me savage
I'm focusin' past the physical, hear it and take it literal
Every syllable, audible, hear it and see the visual
Wrote it like, yeah, I thought it, you spittin' somethin' despicable
Flowin' shit is nautical, savin' little for interviews

Water in my soul, pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
But they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal (yeah)
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold (yeah, yeah, yeah)

New year, new issues, don't ever let 'em get you
Trust enough and look at my woman, I'm wondering who sent you
Got the bag and fumbled it and woke up in a sweat pool
Niggas couldn't kill me if they killed me like I'm Deadpool
Made this shit for youngins mixin' vodka with the Red Bull
I write the future, if you was wonderin' what my pen do
Thought I'd be a loser, misguided, hungry, disheveled
I'm running shit so crazy, don't need the trophies and medals
I'm brushin' off the dust and layin' verse before it settle
Got 'em mimickin' my moves, now they call me Geppetto
I was sittin' in my room, sippin' Sour Amarettos
Dropping classic after classic, stacking bangers like they LEGOs
Childish, higher learning, I ain't go to college
Couldn't read me 'cause they couldn't see me through my eyelids
I be that example how the pressure make a diamond
And depression make a legend, live progressive on my island, yeah

Water in my soul, the pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go (go) when I get in my bag
But they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold
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Writer: Avery Jones, Patrick Baril
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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Performed By: Kota the Friend
Featuring: Statik Selektah
Length: 3:42
Written by: Avery Jones, Patrick Baril

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