COLD & DARK Lyrics

Yuh yuh, aye aye

Yuh yuh, aye aye

Yuh

DoubleR, DoubleR, DoubleR

Oh you wanna fuck with me, yuh

Smoke on that THC, yuh

Fuck around with jealousy, yuh

You want some security

I'm sick of rapping about my exes

Cause they hear it and get offended

But I can't help it, don't have a therapist

Put em in a coffin so just sit and listen

Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part

Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade

Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art

Yeah, Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part

Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade

Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art

Been sick for about 6 months

And I'll continue to be as long as I keep writing shit

Dad asked me if I'm gonna blow up, huh

Well obviously, he hasn't been reading the lyrics

I ask him, ever heard of napalm

He's say's "indefinitely, but I do not see what the fuck you mean"

Well it takes a while to create a bomb

And when I drop it, these rappers gon' run away like it was fuckin' Islam

And good pair of tits won't get me through it, nah

Tinder bitches wanna glue me to em' blue tack

Riding on my wave, bitches call me Huey

Cause the flow so smooth and you better move back

Kinda pointless, like a blowjob in the shower

Cause already came clean, blew up like some gangrene

It's not about the lyrics anymore, it's what you look like

I don't know if that is true, but image this and take a hike

Bitch, I'm making my own trail, can't you hear the mix better

If you ever come down mine, no doubt that you get hooked, right

And all my raps are fatal, just hail to great or don't pull my tail

You derail like I was signed with Satan

I'm on the highway, just swervin' all these punks

You've been waiting for too long, you're indicator on for months

Yeah, I got an attitude, I see your bitch 'like what it do'

But the only lane I'm switching is the one that get in front of you

Cold and dark, cold and dark

Young mozip and the YDoubleR

Bitches stealing, you be fearing

Ripping me off ima' shoot at your heart

I'm steadily growing while you are unknowingly

Being a pussy for ripping me off

Think you the shit because, boy, you're retweeted

You're busted all up, you're a bitch on a cross

Send him some garlic and he might just dash

Need fifteen dollars cause I'm low on cash

And since you're the shit, I'ma wipe you away

Now you a stain, fuck up out of my face

Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part

Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade

Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art

Yeah, Cold and dark, searchin' for the souls that don't fit the part

Cemetery digging graves for the missing facade

Yeah, whoever thought you could find death in art

Yeah, DoubleR

Yeah, DoubleR

Yeah, DoubleR

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