COLD TRUTHS Lyrics

Ohhhhh

Ohhhhh

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Gone, Gone, Gone

Gone for too long

Too long

I'm not finna run from the things that I do

I've been on vacation so I don't care that's the truth

I done fucked over my favors

So what is there left to do

What is there left to do

What is there left to

Hey, how you doing

I could be great

Mind going back and forth with doctor brown

Time I can't count

Pointless amounts

With a doubt

Been dodging routes

Swatting at louse

Stress of the clout

And Money Mounts

I can't lie, I have lied

Too many times, I swear I didn't mean to

My tongue just has its own mind

Wanders at it's own time

Looking for the angel's signs

Hope what I find, it ain't the devil in disguise

Point at the sky

I wonder if you know what it really means

To be descendants of the kings

My ideal mind it wonders sees peculiar things

Want me a fine lil shawty

But no contracts or rings

A lil Nia Long my Ms. Erykah Badu thing

Going On and On to foreign adventures

And all of my dreams

Now let me raise a glass to all of the council I bring

Prophets, Sinners, and Demon-Spawn

Neither one is wrong, They sing a song like

I'm not finna run from the things that I do

I've been vacation so I don't care that's the truth

I done fucked over my favors

So what is there left to do

What is there left to do

What is there left to

Remedial reminders bombarding all of my news

Getting hard to try decipher any of my truth

London bridge is falling and I'm left in a lone canoe

What is there left to do

What is there left to do

What is there left to

Blood runs cold like rivers flowing

I can't seem to get my focus

Disease, The rain, here comes the locus

Blood runs cold like rivers flowing

I can't seem to get my focus

Disease, The rain, here comes the locus

The locus

The locus

Indecisive, Can't choose who i'm gonna be today

Go cleanse your soul before even choose to speak to me

I make my bed

I mess it up

It's still a masterpiece

I make a mess

I clean it up

Still feeling dastardly

I browse the casualties

Oh, don't feel bad for me

Nothing but jesting for as far as your eyes can see

Make blind men sob and wrap

Give popeyes to the weak

Push forward for I'm elite

Push forward for I'm elite

Still I murder like every beat

For like every week

Psychopathic things

You a memory, I'm ahead of thee

Blindfold then I count to three

Then I put a pin in thee

Oh, I had an epiphany

Nigga shining brighter than Tiffany (Damn)

One five

Zero

Zero

Zero

Zero

What I really need

Mansa Musa Dreams

Then I'll really be king

King James rings

New APs

Don't hate me

Lately I've been Feeling so Amazing

Don't hate me