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cold shoulders - g. deep lyrics

(intro)
uhh yeah

(chorus 1)
cold shoulders
never getting cold feet
to contrary belief
all i do is spit that concrete
c-cold shoulders
you looking real timid in the civic
caught up selling product
to somebody daughter
k!lling for a living
cold shoulders
dealing with sour faces
since power rangers
b-tches cower over powder
as power changes
c-c-cold shoulders
know i hold boulders
woke you up like folgers
quote me often
bet i’m off to reach the quota

(verse 1)
since my granny died
i’ve been out of sight, out of mind
i’ve been out of place
the sh-t that i just lit
just put me in outer sp-ce
in a hooptie steering
knowing i gotta get out of dodge
oh god, what will it take
i hate my job, i be clocking in late
they be docking pay
i’m lost staring at my pay stub
i can’t connect the dots
of this jigsaw puzzle
i’m in awe, trying to get it
so my dogs don’t feel muzzled
cause we all in the same spot
sh-t outta luck, stuck without a shot
playing hopscotch with 12 steps
y’all nothing but dead weight, dead sp-ce
looking dead straight in your face
know all i ever got

(chorus 2)
cold shoulders
(word is bond)
(left me out to dry man)
(that’s all i ever got, f-ck ya’ll)
c-cold shoulders
(down and out)
(mean mugs and shoulder shrugs)
(never needed sh-t from y’all)
cold shoulders
(never gave a sh-t)
(i’m used to the short straw)
(i’m on my own, my dolo)
c-c-cold shoulders
(worked my whole life for this sh-t)
(i would have stayed down forever)
what you gotta say now

(verse 2)
it’s new dawn, its a new day
i’m a new don, never hopping on a
new craze, you crazy
never needed to change, no two chains
same pull, just a new wave, i’m too wavy
dipping in my book of rhymes
flip it to a new page, in the yukon
selling you fades, spend it on a groupon
f-ck a bouquet, when my record play
just know no beaucoup ever be coming my way
f-ck the blahzay blah
tired of watching these toddlers talk
f-ck it, i’m like rowdy rod
piper, getting hyper, than mardi gras
too late for an audible
sounding all f-cking monotone
quit rapping ‘bout your styrofoam
i went from midnight marauders
to blue collar, to young scholar
to shot caller, to godfather
to rottweiler, to top dog
to top dollar, to held back
and shock collared
bring that bounce back
f-ck an account, still catch wreck
still snap, with raps, that crack
your rib sack, push back your wig
still black out like reggie or cliff
i’m convinced, i’m hexed
i’m cursed, i’m jinxed
always slipping when slipping in pink
always pimping my cuban links
pardon me, parts of me is still bittersweet
picture little me, making mean mugging
mean something, gritting t–th

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