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Cal Scruby

Cold Showers

 

Cold Showers

(album: While You Were Sleeping - 2020)


Uhh, goddamn
Stressed so much, I'm fucking stressed

Cold showers, I'm cold blooded
No power, no heat, you a broke oven
Get in line, I'm up next, no cutting
The flow come in, the whole top flow flooded
It's funny how I did it all, no budget
No money, no fronting, no nothing
Just the everyday struggle, Joe Budden
No shuttle, I could run the whole 400
Top five only time I like low numbers
He not live, kill him twice like Ghost Hunters
That title not the only thing he stole from us
It's posthumous, so I'm speaking for the both of us
Gather 'round it's the story that you can't miss
It's like 40 on the Knicks when it's game six
It's like George Hill missing the free throw and everybody wanna blame J.R. Smith
This old Rollie on the wrist, the same shit
I can't even think of the last time I spent a little money on something that didn't get a little money back
I just turned down one show for 20 racks
And you can say that's crazy, I say it's maturity
You copy the flow and then you say you ain't heard of me
I deserve a thanks everyday as a curtesy
Good thing the label got the gated security
Shut the door, keep it closed
Bass knock knocking we don't need no more jokes
Bitches double tapping like I'm reading Morse code
I need a big bag like Santa when he leave the North Pole
Ho ho ho when I kick in the door
Off a Ritalin binge been tricking the trolls
I dove in, never dip in the toes
Like wolves in the winter been sniffing the snow
And y'all fish in a barrel
Y'all stay tuned in, y'all ain't flipping the channel
Y'all keep coming back like cheap motherfuckers
Tryna get a free sample wearing different apparel, yeah

We not cut from the same cloth
We not built from the same bricks
We not cooking with the same sauce
Y'all got bad taste
We not cut from the same cloth
We not built from the same bricks
We not cooking with the same sauce
Y'all got bad taste

Cold showers, I'm cold blooded
Cold showers, I'm cold blooded
Cold showers, I'm cold blooded
Cold showers, I'm cold blooded
Cold showers, I'm cold blooded
Cold showers, I'm cold blooded
Cold showers, I'm cold blooded
Cold showers, I'm cold blooded

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