Left Brain - Cold World lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Banks] Swerving in a hoopty, but a n***a not drunk I'm high off of life, with a pinch of skunk Maybe high off of determination, but I'm low on luck Because we've been putting on for years, and people still be counting sheep on us But its cool, I be that offspring dressed in all wolf clothing With a mallet and a bell, just awaiting a rude awakening Out here yellin Worlds Fair until the name ring Hailing from a place where every n***a wanna be king Plus this world is too cold, so I keep myself circle small Puffing chronic with my dogs, chilly, but we holding down the city And my burrow, feelin unstoppable like Tetsuo Akira in the membrane Queens get the money Yet I'm broke and going insane, stressed out my brain Til it left on a train to Connecticut for the weekend Might extended stay until I'm diving in the deep end Of a pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, let's get this money, man [Hook: Domo Genesis] L said it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile That real sh** is going out of style These young n***as out here acting buck wild We just need that real sh** right now L said it's cold in this world, somehow it's hard for me to crack a smile That real sh** is going out of style These young n***as out here acting buck wild They just need that real sh** right now [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] For what it's worth, a n***a made his way from the dirt All the times I went berserk, all ideas that didn't work But we cherish when we hurt, we finished dinner and dessert For every thought that hurt for the piece that I deserve I'm on the search Many times a n***a felt that he would give in Every dream that I would witness with previous premonitions I knew that I would be this It's never been a secret took a genius to believe it or an elitist to achieve it I'm runnin overheated, but practice what I'm preachin Never sleep and we catch you slippin and throw you in the deep end I know some n***as died over pride, high I know some fake n***as claim they ride, that's a lie I know some hating n***as that when I rhyme, they despise Wish I could share these visions through eyes High like a f**ing revolutionary I'm droppin knowledge, and its only knowledge you should carry b**h, I'm the truth and everybody know the truth is scary [Hook] [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] Looking for sh** to scratch up off this bucket list Found a tug of war between my mother and my f**ing friends f**ing bucket, bumping nothing in the summer Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case you wondering where the ruckus went I kept in the baggie of Oregano Fronting like I'm selling dope, stunting with my effort low Let the records show these n***as why they b**hes neck is swole It's OFM to the d**h of us, pigs, try to hem us up The best wrestler's back guzzling seconds up Using label checks to f** around in the Cressida And I'm advocating aggression To any man who would test us, an avid fan of the presence of vodka This drink is like my first time hearing Flocka Hope is what the weed can't offer Cheap a**, coughing, C-cla** method actor, young n***a Dressing like I'm geriatric, said it's very active Strong arm, steady swearing I could tear a mattress Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry tactics Why you started? I fire harder than every rapper Ga**ing these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches? [Interlude: Hodgy Beats] Hey, you think it's a god damn joke, don't you? Well, let me tell you something boy! It's life around here, and in life, you're gonna have to go to school… [inaudible] [Hook] [Verse 4: Hodgy Beats] No confusion apparent, I know who I am Responsibility enables me to move through life with agility Home donors, pressure in the endzone, but I breeze by sk**fully Practice makes perfect said the wise man, or so his whole life span They said a man was part of the sea By hand, what? could he divide land? Coast West like a took a Vyvanse, I'm just a bystander And what you capture in my stanzas is a crossbreed OG and banana A jealous man I envy, cause a jealous man is friendly Award him like a Grammy, or rather Emmy Television all science, and music is just enough to ear a Q-tip Where the proof sits that smells like bull sh**s Ain't it a shame when a n***a can't be honest? And it's whats-her-name that can't keep a promise Mind is with my Comcast Watching what I do before it's on them dot-coms and hastags, n***a