Cold Mourning ft. Trill Lee Lyrics

Uh, we headed up, yeah, this is all I know Dig into the folders like they pots of gold

Writin' till the morning, I am feelin' cold When in my way, never have to say my soul

Uh, we headed up, yeah, this is all I know Dig into the folders like they pots of gold

Writin' till the morning, I am feelin' cold

Never had the stable life, I didn't know The difference till I seen the world when getting old

Temper, flair, I cannot let it take control, no

Felt the separation, gotta bridge this gap The focus on the road again, I know the path

Love emerges, struggle just to show it back, yeah

But no, I'm tryin' now Seems like all the real ones are dyin' how

People only doin' for self-emotions are tryin' now

Tiptoeing round all your problems, tryin' to hide them now

Yeah, that's the real shame Don't know they true faces or real names

Lovin' chains tied to screens, that's only gonna dim your pain

Back and forth is crazy, yeah, this shit's really insane

We headed up, yeah, this is all I know Dig into the folders like they pots of gold

Writin' till the morning, I am feelin' cold When in my way, never have to say my soul

We headed up, yeah, this is all I know Dig into the folders like they pots of gold

Writin' till the morning, I am feelin' cold

Hello, yourself, you're nothin' like these rappers, wait

Nothin' feels more better than separation from all you actors, true

Never changed my stance, I may have changed my stature

And even on some occasions, I look backwards

But only for a second, I never want to wreck from being reckless

I had to X that box from off my checklist

And to them lessons I was blessed with, I'm invested

And to you lessons I was blessed with, I don't test it

We gon' take the hate, and we gon' show you love

And I'ma give you God, who put me out that mud

This wrote down my cheat, corset on my sleeve

This permanent smile sit on my face for doubtin' me

Now I'm headin' to the top, passin' out roses

Not leavin' one behind, that's on rollin

It's B.F.A. till I go

Loyalty, it's all I know

We headed up, yeah, this is all I know

Diggin' to the folders like they pots of gold

Writin' till the morning, I am feelin' cold

When in my way, never have to say my soul

We headed up, yeah, this is all I know

Diggin' to the folders like they pots of gold

Writin' till the morning, I am feelin' cold