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traplord midas - ​cold lyrics

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[chorus: traplord midas]
i was outside in the cold
they broke my body, not my soul
never thought i would be this old, ayy
please don’t put me in your mold
i was outside in the cold
they broke my body, not my soul
never thought i would be this old, ayy
please don’t put me in your mold

[verse 1: leon vegas]
please don’t put me in your mold
can you not see that i’m cold?
you care about me, if you want
i’m taking the p, i know you won’t
i’m hittin’ the weed, let it blow
this sh-t isn’t free, it cost a load
you aiming at me? you bes’ reload
cause b-tch, i just need to be harder than y’all
then i go off, ufo, starry sh-t, act like a god
i’m going away, way, way, way, way, way
b-tch, like i’m going to mars
livin’ in sp-ce, sp-ce, sp-ce, sp-ce
get the f-ck out of my face, face
me and midas, we ain’t phased, phased
b-tch, we go harder, we gettin’ your plays
that twenty one pilots, just stay in your lane
i’ma go diamond, i don’t even main
my sh-t is designer when your sh-t is fake
go check the price tag if you wanna claim
that you are the realest, you not
cvteboy$, we stayin’ on top
and shoutout to cosmic crew, your sh-t is hot
we ‘gon blow up forever, can’t stop us, no
cause our sh-t, it sounds so cold

[verse 2: traplord midas]
i’m from the future, b-tch, i am from pluto
you money as thin as the dyk- b-tch from juno
i flip these beats, oh, like i’m trained in judo
sudowoodo, i’m harder than you know
i was vic’s age, broke and almost homeless
got my money up but you know that i’m h-llbent
shoutout to stud, run up, lose your mug
i make what i want and you know i’m irrelevant
-ssalamualaik-m, still juggin’
and i fake ’em, i’m after my paper
i’m after my paper, i’m after my paper
won’t stop ’til i’m dead or ballin’ on lakers
f-ck all my friends who said i wouldn’t do it
f-ck all my fam who said i wouldn’t do it
count dooku, hoe, you know that i do it
i get the check, hoe, you know that i do it
i get the bands, i get the bands
i should have had a change, i shouldn’t be counting band
b-tch, i grew up white trash, broke boy on the block
still dodging these cops, i don’t want ’em to smell my stash
but i grew up fast, b-tch, i got the end, still got no friends, homie
but i got me some brothers and unkle a lover
and some shooters to get all of your mans for me

[chorus: traplord midas]
i was outside in the cold
they broke my body, not my soul
never thought i would be this old, ayy
please don’t put me in your mold
i was outside in the cold
they broke my body, not my soul
never thought i would be this old, ayy
please don’t put me in your mold



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