Eric Hunter - Cold Spell lyrics

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** my person It feels so worth it f**ing perfect Peeling back my curtains, AH You don't know that dirt and bullsh** involved So I bleed that feel trying to make me heal While I k** 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 flicker 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 scrap metal Rusty wires and shrapnel wrappin' around my damn 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 Hell ain't frozen over yet, yet Don't you go and bet I'm not going for your neck Hardly sober but the f**ing 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