The Cold Room - S1-E14, Pt.2

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ay CZR, you did a mazza still) Come on, man (Sebz Beatz, baby) Some 5 way shit You know the vibe Free the fucking guys man Free MA, free Sus I ain't gotta say that much (Ayo, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold) [Verse] Look It's only 8:30 in the morning and they're tryna tell me 'bout exercise (Wha ya mean?) Had to kiss my t and put my sheet over my head and close my eyes (Stop it) But all of that there's in the past Now I'm back with the beige and light (I'm back) And dun told dem dey can't mek shot, where man mek shot, 'cah I tek dem pies (Ayyn run that) Yeah I might act cool, but please don't cross them wires 'Cah I smilе and switch off lights, like I switch off lights just before man vibе (Ya get it?) Bruck the dots and fill it with bine Lock my arm and aim out rides Do it like Messi and hit that crossbar, perfect time, I'll try (I'll ping it) Now that's another mumzy crying Shoulda lock up the door and tell her son stay inside, 'cah the streets is frying (You shoulda) But bad B wanna ask if she mine (Huh?) Shut your mout' and lock this bine Love big bro 'cah he move like Nemo and all now he still ain't done no time We make food do flips-on-flips in the kitchen, why you think the safe look nice? (Why you think?) Courtesy of my runner, he ate McD's for a month, no lies (No cap) Two double cheeseburgers, with a sweet-chili sauce and two large fries (Wha ya mean?) And a coke on the side, no ice (Wha ya mean?) He ate that shit so much, that his skin turnt nasty and broke in hives (Stop it) But let's put that aside 'Cah he was out here so much, had cats on crack going nuts for the eye Even in jail still had cats going in nuts in they cell for the rice (Madness) Even in jail still had cats going in nuts in they cell for the rice One of them smoked it and nearly died (Obbo) Even though I'm tryna get radio plays Still stain me a box of the light and beige (I'll rob that) Don't fucking play Big wheels been a real sick head from kway, I'll skrrt and squeeze (Brr) So best be alert when you see that ding-dong fly down street 'cah shit get peak (Best be alert) Best be alert when you see that ding-dong fly down street 'cah shit get (Peak) Oi, who's that? What's that? Wait man Do the Stig, and just handbrake skid (Who's that?) Fly out the ride on a sick-head ting, squeeze forward, then I chip back in Everyone's so-called steppers, til suttin' gets peppered and suttin's in rizz (Everyone) To tell the truth, I would've been rich, if it weren't for the rassclaat medallin' kids Got bad ones cos I'm a demon, but she still bopped to my songs and shit I put dick in her belly and pull out and buss my nut and she throat them kids Then it's back to the M-way, I ain't tryna leave this spot, til the reload hits How they gonna tell big Rose 'bout upsuh? Badman, I done too much old trips (Too much old trips man) (Fucking hell) (Free the fuckin' guys, like I said)