Texty:
Cold The Switch

I can take another bet, she loves to fuck, I must confess Everything is so abused, the little things she puts me through I can't stand to be insane,

I can take another bet, she loves to fuck, I must confess Everything is so abused, the little things she puts me through I can't stand to be insane

they have chains, leather, and diamond lines I start my weekend up on Monday I rip a show in town on Tuesday I feel a twitch without my melodies I got no switch

you twice When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm Like a Don's supposed to, Sean Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch

track But turn the sounds up so I can stay amped Do another crew and break camp The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat You say I'm crazy? You ain't

what you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold

've got to re-route my dreams Back on the microphone, your number one controller I rock the microphone like a blizzard, I?m so cold I?m tryin? to hold

essays Then puff from de chalice I fi make from a Sprite can Last week I read a book about Selassie I Then told my bomboclat parents I was switching

niggas up Trust, that facts don't lie, stack's about to take flight No tellin' how long that ass'll gone nap When I cut off your fuckin' light switch