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lirik lagu cold shoulder – keralanka

[hook: rohan]
but it gets closer everyday
got past the hoes and the clothes, but there’s rovers in the way
and there’s cold shoulders everyday
but them wastemans burn when it’s over anyway

[verse 1: rohan]
i been tryna find that underpriced attention in the game
finna modify my lenses for the fame
take the shot, change my view and my lane
but ya’ll ain’t got the drive for the bumps along the way, aye
my days been getting hazy, dangerous evasion
of emotions that i pack in, ready to take vacation
leavin’ the dope at the border, i cannot mess with you now
’cause the kush settle me down when you step out of bounds
if ya’ll wanna leave then you should switch sides
don’t crawl back when the coach put you on sidelines
motherf*cking bench players, i gave ’em they start
but now they acting foul, showing ya flagrance of heart
tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
everybody ai, how you find the real?
crossing over, talking sober but their actions drunk
so i had to duck on you donald riders and daffy punks
get that bread, when you f*ck it up it’s gon’ be crumbs
’cause ya’ll don’t respect the f*cking culture you eat from
take that plate and i break it over your head
that’s for making sure that the feds and them blatant vultures is fed
i never asked for your opinion so don’t be staffing up my pendulum
’cause i could employ my time in a better way
rather clock in just like a slave for the profit and better pay
than ever listen to a mouthful of vetted hate
from a balcony meshed with lames, you jump out of it i won’t save you
just ‘casue you at the top gettin’ paid
doesn’t mean that we give a f*ck ’boutcha phantom opera fame
can’t blind side ‘em, i got the juice watch me mine product
carry the future like fine china, the don dada
of the rap game, and you non*profiters
fronting with performative actions, orbiting backwards * ya’ll define madness
end up in circles, like your verses and those fake belts
’cause gucci raised you like their daddy, now these rappers been
starin’ at papa ’cause they barely been poppin’
my circle’s small, they look for pies like american mamas
my crew and i synonymous like marriage and trauma
once i let go of a round, they best prepare for the karma
’cause what goes around comes around but i don’t handle toast
and i don’t portray senseless sh*t either with random quotes
man don’t boast yourself like you ain’t never trip or stumble
that’s why i’m on my grind tryna make these b*tches humble
if a rumble breaks out, grip the mic to brawl son
took 4 months off of class, think i might’ve lost some
[hook: rohan]
but it gets closer everyday
got past the hoes and the clothes, but there’s rovers in the way
and there’s cold shoulders everyday
but them wastemans burn when it’s over anyway

- keralanka

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