Текст песни Cole to Diamond - Cole Myer

Ah, she called the plugged, she's like, hey, what do I do when the wood don't work (I'm gonna call Ro)
Bitch, you smoke a bowl or something
My dad got three sons, but I'm the youngest one
Yeah, it's getting cold outside, time to bundle up

Yo, we bring the hoes inside once the summers up
The crib's full, but I still said it's not enough
The summer's over, inside you the runner up
We playin' poker, good hand, I forgot to bluff
Fuck, I messed the whole thing up, and now I gotta focus up
She texted see you in the city, save it, bitch, I know you not in love
O.J. in the mornin, everyday I got a box of gloves
Told her that was just for the one time, I needed box to shove

That was toxic, huh
They hate me round, every time I, cause a fuss
Yes, sir, when you see me, you prefer as such
I got Russian in me, way I'm built, you think I'm Dutch
Way I'm built, you think I'm Chris Hemsworth in Asgard
I protect myself, why I need a bodyguard?
Every time I flame up, why it leave my body charred?
The pressure make coal turn to diamond, so I'm pushin' hard

Why the last place always gotta be mhm
I deem myself a winner from conception in womb
Die with my own manifesto inside of my tomb
I saw her in the same car last week, caught up like vroom, vroom, vroom
Now I'm up to you
I ain't even look by, what I'm finna do
I waved goodbye when I finished you
If it sounds hardcore, good, I meant it too

All cards on deck, we can go, buddy
I put everything on the line for a damn snow bunny
Never fall in love with someone that love you cause you're funny
And never fall in love with someone that owe you money (Dirty bitch)

That was toxic, huh
They hate me round, every time I, cause a fuss
Yes, sir, when you see me, you prefer as such
I got Russian in me, way I'm built, you think I'm Dutch
Way I'm built, you think I'm Chris Hemsworth in Asgard
I protect myself, why I need a bodyguard?
Every time I flame up, why it leave my body charred?
The pressure make coal turn to diamond, so I'm pushin' hard

World on my back, what's my max? Let's do it
Thrax packs, three and a half, it's stupid
Backpack filled with gym clothes and brulee
Kicked you out the game, boy, you're booty