Текст песни Cold Heart (feat. Jackboi Jitta) - Daniel James
My
heart
gets
colder
and
colder,
I
barely
trust
people
If
any
at
all,
and
I
know
at
the
end
who
going
really
be
standing
beside
me
Stuck
in
my
ways,
pray
I
don't
crash
'cause
I
been
moving
too
fast
I
want
a
bag,
full
of
that
cash
but
I
been
stuck
in
the
past
I
stay
on
the
low
My
heart
been
on
froze
Omerta
the
code
Prefer
being
alone
Niggas
just
laugh
at
the
pain,
I
been
stuck
in
the
zone
I
been
fighting
the
waves,
trying
to
stay
afloat
I
been
rocking
chains,
I
fell
slave
to
gold
Momma
shedding
tears,
she
pray
I
make
it
home
Keep
a
30
on
me
clutching
Riding
'round
with
them
Russians
Got
a
AK,
got
a
Smith
& Wesson,
got
your
baby
mama
blushing
Yeah
she
in
love
with
that
gang
shit,
I'm
stay
down
for
who
I
came
with
Run
up
on
you,
you
ain't
do
shit,
nah
we
ain't
with
all
of
that
lame
shit
Bad
bitch
had
purple
hair,
now
its
pink
call
that
shit
a
lane
switch
Other
bitch
had
red
hair,
then
she
flipped
it
orange
call
it
sun
kiss
Niggas
penny-pinching
on
the
block
but
me
and
my
niggas
we
binge
rich
Play
with
my
money
I
call
up
them
Asians,
they
shooting
at
you
get
your
wig
split
Bossed
up
had
to
jump
off
the
porch
Teaching
these
niggas
the
game
like
the
coach
Roll
up
the
gram
then
throw
in
the
roach
I
feeling
gas
make
that
bitch
smoke
Head
shot
never
shoot
for
the
throat
Niggas
be
talking
but
they
won't
approach
RIP
Fredo
bout
pour
me
a
fourth
Diamonds
raining
need
to
throw
on
a
coat
Stuck
in
my
ways,
pray
I
don't
crash
'cause
I
been
moving
too
fast
I
want
a
bag,
full
of
that
cash
but
I
been
stuck
in
the
past
I
stay
on
the
low
My
heart
been
on
froze
Omerta
the
code
Prefer
being
alone
Niggas
just
laugh
at
the
pain,
I
been
stuck
in
the
zone
I
been
fighting
the
waves,
tryna
stay
afloat
I
been
rocking
chains,
I
fell
slave
to
gold
Momma
shedding
tears,
she
pray
I
make
it
home
They
said
I
was
moving
too
fast
Thumbing
blue
hundreds
my
foot
on
the
gas
I'm
burning
a
wood,
lungs
full
of
that
gas
Switched
up
my
lane
I
seen
niggas
that
crashed
Niggas
done
switched,
niggas
done
bitched
that's
why
I
stay
on
the
low
I
stay
in
the
field,
a
flag
on
the
play
when
I
stick
up
that
pole
Niggas
just
laugh
at
the
pain,
I
been
stuck
in
the
zone
I
been
fighting
the
waves,
tryna
stay
afloat
I
been
rocking
chains,
I
fell
slave
to
gold
Momma
shedding
tears,
she
pray
I
make
it
home
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