Medslaus - Cold 2 lyrics
[Medslaus - Cold 2 lyrics]
Still fucked up still fucked up
Still fucked- still fucked up
Still fucked up still fucked-
Still fucked up still fucked up
Still fucked-
Still fucked up
I've been tryna get my luck up
Never got enough of what I needed
Give me peace, I don't need pieces
Ain't no demons, ain't no leeches
Selling dreams, nah that don't mean shit
I got ten toes on the cement
In these ghettos ain't no dreaming
You just, get it and you don't
Get it for your folks, flex and keep it low
Either way they know, either way they know
Clouds following us everywhere we go
And it be like that
Fucked up a few but I'll get right back
Tryna get my chips right black
Get 'em so that shit might last
Get 'em on that midnight dash
Flexing on them in my bag
Nigga, imma live like that
Yeah imma live like that
Imma live like that (Imma live like that)
And I'm not shit shi-, Shit-
And I'm not shit
Running so long I'm l- i can't listen no m-
Drifting off of the c- need a Benz and a P-
Tryna live like a b- i can't listen no more
Running so long I'm lost
I can't listen no more
Drifting off of the course
Need a Benz and a Porsche
Tryna live like a b- i
I know what I need (I know)
I know what I seed, it's all just for me
(For me) y'all already know how I plead
Please leave me be
No, I cannot see through all of these clouds
There's smoke all around
We smoke out the pound
I need it right now, I heard I need paper
Blow my stash to the ground then I remake 'em
I don't know patience, can't leave me wait up
Can't leave me wait up i don't know patience
Can't leave me, wait up
Can't leave me, wait up (I'm gone)
Where I'm at
Running so long I'm-
Drifting off of the course
I can't listen no more
Tryna live like a boss
I can't listen no more (I can't)
Tired of running, tired of fronting
Tired of running, I'm just tired of fronting
I'm tired of running, I'm tired of fronting
Don't know what I'm wanting
Tired of running (Tired of)
Where the paper at? Bet you I could find it
Steady chasing cash, wonder where my mind is
Benji pay for that, fuck it, nevermind it
Where the paper at? Bet you I could find it
Wonder where my mind is
Bet you I could find it
Wonder where my mind is
Bet you I could find it
Still fucked- still fucked up
Still fucked up still fucked-
Still fucked up still fucked up
Still fucked-
Still fucked up
I've been tryna get my luck up
Never got enough of what I needed
Give me peace, I don't need pieces
Ain't no demons, ain't no leeches
Selling dreams, nah that don't mean shit
I got ten toes on the cement
In these ghettos ain't no dreaming
You just, get it and you don't
Get it for your folks, flex and keep it low
Either way they know, either way they know
Clouds following us everywhere we go
And it be like that
Fucked up a few but I'll get right back
Tryna get my chips right black
Get 'em so that shit might last
Get 'em on that midnight dash
Flexing on them in my bag
Nigga, imma live like that
Yeah imma live like that
Imma live like that (Imma live like that)
And I'm not shit shi-, Shit-
And I'm not shit
Running so long I'm l- i can't listen no m-
Drifting off of the c- need a Benz and a P-
Tryna live like a b- i can't listen no more
Running so long I'm lost
I can't listen no more
Drifting off of the course
Need a Benz and a Porsche
Tryna live like a b- i
I know what I need (I know)
I know what I seed, it's all just for me
(For me) y'all already know how I plead
Please leave me be
No, I cannot see through all of these clouds
There's smoke all around
We smoke out the pound
I need it right now, I heard I need paper
Blow my stash to the ground then I remake 'em
I don't know patience, can't leave me wait up
Can't leave me wait up i don't know patience
Can't leave me, wait up
Can't leave me, wait up (I'm gone)
Where I'm at
Running so long I'm-
Drifting off of the course
I can't listen no more
Tryna live like a boss
I can't listen no more (I can't)
Tired of running, tired of fronting
Tired of running, I'm just tired of fronting
I'm tired of running, I'm tired of fronting
Don't know what I'm wanting
Tired of running (Tired of)
Where the paper at? Bet you I could find it
Steady chasing cash, wonder where my mind is
Benji pay for that, fuck it, nevermind it
Where the paper at? Bet you I could find it
Wonder where my mind is
Bet you I could find it
Wonder where my mind is
Bet you I could find it