Текст песни Low // Poly - COBRA THE EXILE

Golden prize
Claws of life
Cold as ice
Frozen stiff
I can't see straight
Nah
Blinded by fate
Huh
I'm in the way
Huh
I'm in the way

I might pull up with my
Windows tinted and it's
Hard to see you from the inside of here but yet I
Need to see if i'm right
Need to know what it's like
When I pull up too damn faded just blow out your light
Blink
And i'm pressin' record to go back
I, really want to go home and relax
Die
Don't regret it cause I
Always knew
This was it
In a blip
It all slipped my mind

Never freezing in the winter
I'm
Dead
I'm ascended still a sinner
I'm
Bled
I don't need to be a winner
Fuck
Bread
All the homies left me here the
Lights

Never freezing in the winter
I'm
Dead
I'm ascended still a sinner
I'm
Bled
I don't need to be a winner
Fuck
Bread
All the homies left me here the
Lights

I might pull up with my
Windows tinted and it's
Hard to see you from the inside of here but yet I
Need to see if i'm right
Need to know what it's like
When I pull up too damn faded just blow out your light
Blink
And I'm pressin' record to go back
I, really want to go home and relax
Die
Don't regret it cause I
Always knew
This was it
In a blip
It all slipped my mind

Cold
N I soak
N I'm broke
Wit da dope
N da cloak
N I choke
N da dark
I'm a shark
N I gloom
N da doom
N I zoom
N da coup
Wit da broom
In da room
Wit da choom
N da fumes
N I fuck
We don't fuck wittem
Fuck wittem
Fuck wittem
Fuck wittem
Fuck wittem
Fuck wittem
Fuck wittem
Hold on
You're not you're not done
We not done
We not dumb
We got gunk
We got dunk
We got bunk
We got pole
We not

Ice
On the road and now
I, can't afford to ride
Die
When I sitting so
High
And the centre re
Cline
Whatchu wanna die
High
Livin suffering so
Fine
Dine a bitches black
Eye
Wanna fuckin cry
Bye

I'm tryna get the poison out my lungs
I'm hiding in the corner of my thoughts
I'm tryna find the beast in silence
I figure what's the worst just try it
Tell the figure in the dark i'm sorry
Tell the figure in the dark i'm sorry
Tell the figure in the dark i'm sorry
Tell the figure in the dark i'm sorry

Bitch I love
Blood
Vain
Strapped wit da scythe
Grey
Skull
I'm the reaper I
Rain
Blood
And I put it right
Center
Line
I lobotomize

Dead
When the winter wind comes
You
Can just try but I
Won
And the trigger frozen might as well just burn a bitch
Down
Ash a cigarette
Melt
Like a silhouette
Die
You so pitiful
Bitch
Wanna ruin my fuckin

Life
Pain
Fucked up wit dope up in my
Scarred
Veins
Fuck up the dope up in my
Grey
Chains
Fucked up wit dope up in my
Last
Chance
Fucked up wit dope up in my

Ice
On the road and now
I, can't afford to ride
Die
When I sitting so
High
And the centre re
Cline
Whatchu wanna die
High
Livin suffering so
Fine
Dine a bitches black
Eye
Wanna fuckin cry
Bye