Lyrics:
shoulder the cold, I'm breaking out of the mold
And sacrificing what I got to get the show on the road
I'm here for the gold, and give me my $200 cause I
to the young, the brave, the bold
May they find their way back from the cold
With a dog by their side, and stars above
May they remember the world still holds
was carried
By the hearts that he bought
So when the questions dissolve
Into the silence of God
The aching may remain
But the breaking does not
In
about this honey, well respected by niggas
Ngwana a tsosa banana ka savanna, cold as her figures
I knew everything about her, her style and her taste
else
Always breaking under the mass
Of monthly payments
Facing the thinning of choices
And the cold demands of necessity
We work and survive
But never
Crushing in the sheets, two bodies in the heat
We're in love, we're fucking in the car
Time flies when you don't wanna die
So by this rate we
decides if i should go ape shit
Or let that shit slide i'm trynna be patient
I might end up breaking
I might end up skating
And skirt skirt the wraith
For
Break, Break, Break
Life is so unfair, The pain of grief that cripples in me
I feel like i'm paralyzed by a lucid dream, I can hardly breathe
Severing my
your man
Shit I pray you don't do me like you did him
But they say you lose them like you get them
So if that's true fuck it then
Beauty amazing perfect
Like a stone I drop through the breaking storm
Up through the star-filled sky I soar
Still more, I want more
Left out in the cold and in fever's
effect
Breaking the spirit of the jaded
Backslash faded, and new-comers with the rep
'Cause I'm watching, so watch it
I'm clocking every goddamn step
or politically exist!
So I don't exist! So I count for nothing!
Try saying that on the street
When all over the world i am Argentina!
Most of your generals
an automatic, now I got static
See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood
Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good
With my crew from the Heights
an automatic, now I got static
See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood
Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good
With my crew from the Heights
Oh oh
Breaking waves oh, so high
Oh oh
The ship is swaying
Great white sails are torn
"Work harder faithful crew,
Or you'll do nothing more."
a dub
For times they call me Faizon Love
But I ain't phased by thugs
Or people that's cool
Charles finally in charge and
He breaking the rules they riot
lie whenever the devil is close by
The game could be so cold but so fly
Your breaking bread with a killer in a bow tie
Snakes with no spine I don't co
Took off the mask that covered my face
Not very comfortable so I wear hoods
I should break silence and talk about things that are breaking me down
I looked into the eyes of a broken heart pride that's made of stone!
Why am I destroyed by love what made yourself so cold? Is it the darkness which
alone, I feel so incomplete
I feel like breaking out
Out of the cold into the heat
(What if what's bitter could be sweet?)
breaking all that surrounds me
that's what they told me, the cunning, the healers
so don't you turn your back on me
can you hear my screams? I'm falling, I'm
waiting to explode
And breaking the microphone, cause my game is cold
Go hard in the paint, when I bump the dank
Its gonna be a little bit better, when I
to get rid of all the animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
And why do everybody want to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy
Even without a face
I don't want to talk about it
We could be replaced anytime
Flat duration soul
Just make believe excitement
Dead but not so cold
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