See, there's lots of people on this planet who ain't got the vision
Turn the lights on, help them get some intuition
Felt like submission when I had no pot to piss in
Make you wonder where my grave be so you can visit
Throw some in the air for the people never winnin
I ain't coming back, but in her head I'm never leaving
Cold curse through your veins, feel the rain on the roof
I ain't coming down, I smoke another sploof and make some beats for the loop, because I swear
Most my homies always rappin, gotta keep it in the air
Shout out to my homeboy Corm, he ain't f*ckin wit you hoes
He just dropped in from the block to spray at everyone I chose
Yo, I wonder what the f*ck is it that gone and kept me breathin
I be all in-sync, without this I'm leavin
Even if I'm on the needle, I still rap, bitch I'm breathin
Tell me, ever been so high you not beleivin?
Nah, don't think so, got the upper hand
Now all this raw shit flow through me, but you wouldn't understand
Ay, rockin a piss
Piss off all you gawkin at this
Rock on my wrist would shut all the lips
You wanna throw fists? I'll fillet you with this diss
Better not miss or you sleepin till Christmas
Flyin off hinges, kickin a six-inch
High till I die or divide my existence
AY, I'll be vinyl and vintage, AY
Project7 - Cold Curse Lyrics
Project7 - Cold Curse Lyrics
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See, there's lots of people on this planet who ain't got the vision
Turn the lights on, help them get some intuition
Felt like submission when I had no pot to piss in
Make you wonder where my grave be so you can visit
Throw some in the air for the people never winnin
I ain't coming back, but in her head I'm never leaving
Cold curse through your veins, feel the rain on the roof
I ain't coming down, I smoke another sploof and make some beats for the loop, because I swear
Most my homies always rappin, gotta keep it in the air
Shout out to my homeboy Corm, he ain't f*ckin wit you hoes
He just dropped in from the block to spray at everyone I chose
Yo, I wonder what the f*ck is it that gone and kept me breathin
I be all in-sync, without this I'm leavin
Even if I'm on the needle, I still rap, bitch I'm breathin
Tell me, ever been so high you not beleivin?
Nah, don't think so, got the upper hand
Now all this raw shit flow through me, but you wouldn't understand
Ay, rockin a piss
Piss off all you gawkin at this
Rock on my wrist would shut all the lips
You wanna throw fists? I'll fillet you with this diss
Better not miss or you sleepin till Christmas
Flyin off hinges, kickin a six-inch
High till I die or divide my existence
AY, I'll be vinyl and vintage, AY
Turn the lights on, help them get some intuition
Felt like submission when I had no pot to piss in
Make you wonder where my grave be so you can visit
Throw some in the air for the people never winnin
I ain't coming back, but in her head I'm never leaving
Cold curse through your veins, feel the rain on the roof
I ain't coming down, I smoke another sploof and make some beats for the loop, because I swear
Most my homies always rappin, gotta keep it in the air
Shout out to my homeboy Corm, he ain't f*ckin wit you hoes
He just dropped in from the block to spray at everyone I chose
Yo, I wonder what the f*ck is it that gone and kept me breathin
I be all in-sync, without this I'm leavin
Even if I'm on the needle, I still rap, bitch I'm breathin
Tell me, ever been so high you not beleivin?
Nah, don't think so, got the upper hand
Now all this raw shit flow through me, but you wouldn't understand
Ay, rockin a piss
Piss off all you gawkin at this
Rock on my wrist would shut all the lips
You wanna throw fists? I'll fillet you with this diss
Better not miss or you sleepin till Christmas
Flyin off hinges, kickin a six-inch
High till I die or divide my existence
AY, I'll be vinyl and vintage, AY
Writer: Project7
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