Cold Summers

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We roam tundras
 The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin'
 Trunk full of old hunnids
 Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it
 Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances
 No cuddles, the bases is all covered
 Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
 Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins
 Nigga it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor
 We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin'
 Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
 Some of those keep one in the chamber
 Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, nigga
 Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
 Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept
 Chuck a duece if you know it's the end
 Kept the truth in my palm and my chest
 See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
 We got the juice, niggas corny as shit
 We on the loose, niggas know what it is
 We makin' moves, niggas corny as shit
 We got the juice, niggas know what it is
 Yeah
 It is night and like the others I clean my weapons
 It is all so familiar
 
 We roam tundras
 The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin'
 Trunk full of old hunnids
 Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it
 Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances
 No cuddles, the bases is all covered
 Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
 Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins
 Nigga it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor
 We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin'
 Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
 Some of those keep one in the chamber
 Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, nigga
 Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
 Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept
 Chuck a duece if you know it's the end
 Kept the truth in my palm and my chest
 See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
 We got the juice, niggas corny as shit
 We on the loose, niggas know what it is
 We makin' moves, niggas corny as shit
 We got the juice, niggas know what it is
 Yeah
 It is night and like the others I clean my weapons
 It is all so familiar
 
 We roam tundras
 The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin'
 Trunk full of old hunnids
 Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it
 Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances
 No cuddles, the bases is all covered
 Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
 Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins
 Nigga it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor
 We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin'
 Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
 Some of those keep one in the chamber
 Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, nigga
 Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
 Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept
 Chuck a duece if you know it's the end
 Kept the truth in my palm and my chest
 See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
 We got the juice, niggas corny as shit
 We on the loose, niggas know what it is
 We makin' moves, niggas corny as shit
 We got the juice, niggas know what it is
 Yeah
 It is night and like the others I clean my weapons
 It is all so familiar
 

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Duration
01:06
Key
10
Tempo
171 BPM

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