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letra de cold spell (ft. tommy jamin and proe) - cas one

verse 1:cas one
i don’t wanna fall but i do
kinda blue kinda gray gotta match the hues
to the trap where the time lapse fills the void
and im paranoid like i lost my voice
while they feed me all advice that falls on vice versa
while i line my words up in that shooting range to k!ll my person
it feels so worth it f-cking perfect
peeling back my curtains, ah
you don’t know that dirt and bullsh-t involved
so i bleed that feel trying to make me heal
while i k!ll all the parts that hold me back
wanna paint it black while i take it back
to that place that feels like home again
got a ghost in my skin where soul blends in
heart at gun point soak it in
it’s cold again here we go again
everybody seems to walk around broken in
that thief got a hold of them
and i’m closing in where it’s dark and sink or swim
so vacant and jaded
so dead and haunted with patience
feeling like i’m constantly breakin’
like just stop and you’ll make it
while the debt feels so patient
and paints the scene so mistaken
all these pieces are breking
while these seasons switch places
get that life as my payment
while i’m stuck in here waitin’, when the

chorus:tommy jamin-2xs
time flies just like lighting bugs
that fl!cker in the city like lights in the widows
i go by wondering so many roads
but i just can’t seem to find any heat
amongst this ominous cold cold spell

verse2:proe
here we are now another cold night
another try to get a hold on life
another face in the rain
you either sit begging with a cup
or you giving up on change
and i would my man but i can’t this time
gotta try to find my own salvation
gotta write this rhyme if i don’t in time
might wind up in the same situation
that i’m facing trying to make these ends meet
to the end of i week i live by the beat
like a broken ekg flat line
but i rap like my heart is made of scr-p metal
rusty wires and shrapnel wrappin’ around my d-mn spine
but i’m still beatin’ and i’m still beatin’
weak emcees into baby food
to feed this growing monster
inside my wishing well making moves
chasin’ blues up off my shoulder blades again
sell that soul to pay the rent
h-ll ain’t frozen over yet, yet
don’t you go and bet i’m not going for your neck
hardly sober but the f-cking part’s overif you test
yeah, making it habitual
to show and tell my spirit like a pagan ritual
inside this cold spell as time flies

chorus x’s 2

- cas one

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