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Mellowhigh – Cold World Lyrics

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Swerving in a hoopty, but a nigga not drunk
Im high off of life, with a pinch of skunk
Maybe high off of determination, but Im low on luck
Because weve been putting on for years, and people still be counting sheep on us
But its cool, I be that offspring thats dressed in all wolf clothing
With a mallet and a bell, just to await a rude awakening
Out here yellin Worlds Fair until the name rings
Hailing from a place where every nigga wanna be king
Plus this world is too cold, so I keep myself a small
Puff of chronic with my dogs, chilly, but we hold down the city
In my burrow, feelin unstoppable like Tetsuo
Akira in the membrane Queens get the money
And Im broke and going insane, stressed out my brain
Til it left on a train to Connecticut for the weekend
Might extended stay until Im diving in the deep end
Of a pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, lets get this money, man

I said its cold in this world, sometimes its hard for me to crack a smile
That real shit is going out of style
These young niggas out here acting buck wild
We just need that real shit right now
Al said its cold in this world, somehow its hard for me to crack a smile

This real shit is going out of style

These young niggas out here acting buck wild

They just need that real shit right now

For what its worth, a nigga made his way from the dirt
All the times I went berserk, all ideas that didnt work
But we cherish when we hurt, we finished dinner and dessert
For every thought that hurt for the piece that I deserve, on the search
Many times a nigga thought that he would give in
Every dream that I would witness with previous premonitions
I knew that I would be this
Its never been a secret tooka genius to believe it or an elitist to achieve it

Im runnin overheated, but practice what Im preachin
Never sleep and we catch you slippin and throw you in the deep end

I know some niggas died over pride, high

I know some fake niggas claim they ride, thats a lie

I know some hatting niggas that when I rhyme, they despise
Wish I could share these visions through eyes

High like a fucking revolutionary

Im droppin knowledge, and its only knowledge you should carry
Bitch, Im the truth and everybody know the truth is scary

Looking for shit to scratch up off his bucket list
Found a tug of war between my mother and my fucking friends
Fucking bucket, bumping nothing in the summer
Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case you wondering where the ruckus went
I kept in the baggie of Oregano
Fronting like Im selling dope, stunting with my enfelo
Let the records show these niggas why they bitches neck is swole
Its OFM to the death of us, pigs, try to hem us up
The best wrestlers back guzzling seconds up
Using label checks to fuck around in the Cressida
And Im advocating aggression
To any man who would test us, an avid fan of the presence of vodka
This drink is like my first time hearing Flocka
Hope is what the weed cant offer
Cheapass, coughing, C-class method-acting young nigga
Dressing like Im geriatric, said its very active
Strong arm, steady swearing I could tear a mattress
Track-slapping em silly as Tom and Jerry tactics
Why you started? I fire harder than every rapper
Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches?
You think its a Goddamn joke dont ya
Well let me tell you something boy
Its life around here and in life you dont have
To go to school
No confusion apparent, I know who I am
Responsibility enables me to move through life with agility
Home donors pressured in the endzone
But I breeze by skillfully
Practice makes perfect says the wiseman
Or so his whole life plan
They said a man was part of the sea
By hand, what can he divide? Land
Coast west like I took a Vyvande, im
Just a bystander and what you capture in my stanzas
Is a crossbreed O.G and banana
A jealous man I envy, cause a jealous man is friendly
Award him like a Grammy, Or rather Emmy
Television all science, and music is just enough to ear a Q-tip
Where the proof sits, that smells like bull shits
Aint it a shame when a nigga cant be honest
Aint it whats-her-name that cant keep a promise
Mind is with my comcast
Watching what I do before its on them dot-coms and Hashtags, Nigga

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