Speech - Just Too Cold [Official Audio] ft. Rambo & Danny B.

Speech - Just Too Cold [Official Audio] ft. Rambo & Danny B.

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Just Too Cold - Speech

From the EP - EXPANSION

2020 Vagabond Records and Tapes

Lyrics
I don’t mean to, to impose
But my God I’m just too Cold
No Chain, No Range
And no Gold
But my God I’m Just too Cold
Just too Cold
Just too Cold
Yall know that its godda be Cold
If we Say it to ya
Just too Cold
No Chain, No Range
And no Gold
But my God I’m Just too Cold

Yo stop tripping
The whole air about yourself is conditioning
Do you even hear yourself? - are you listening
We have all got to try some new positioning
Yo My crew blew huge - All Natural
And I'm a Piece of the bomb like Shrapnel
Dudes spreading rumors
When they Need to get the facts tho
So many big fat liars - I Call em fatso's
Y'all are hassles - You really can't be dat slow
Gators in the mote, and I'm the bro dats in the castle
I don't front with with nobody like a back door
And Ain't sleeping on ya dudes like Rachael Maddox
Getting rid of em
Stopping all the Pretending then
Making some lemonade with whatever You putting Lemon in
Living inside the tenements
All family and friends and them
Focusing on the hood
And it’s not Like George Zimmerman
Challenges and balances
Filling out on my Calendar
Traveling round the globe
My soul knows some Woes
And my heart knows it grows
Thru victories
and I even get hotter when there’s less degrees cuz I’m cold!

I don’t mean to, to impose
But my God I’m just too Cold
No Chain, No Range
And no Gold
But my God I’m Just too Cold
Just too Cold
Just too Cold
Yall know that its godda be Cold
If we Say it to ya
Just too Cold
No Chain, No Range
And no Gold
But my God I’m Just too Cold

Ice box, Why not,
Black caps, White sox.
Cold world, Rain drops.
Pen pad, Pain stops.
Even when it's cold I remain hot.
Steady saying go
when they say stop.

Gotta get low, hit the road, Fill my soul, money gone but I still rock (ah!)
Steppin stones broken bones in the field hot.
Mental chains got us gone make us feel locked.
Why we was brung on a real box!
Mama gone
daddy gone
sista filled spots
It's a long way home
tryna build blocks.
Rocks, sharp needles,
getting pill popped.

Still kill or be killed drug deal or be a deal. Tryna switch sides.

Wakin up without a vision
on a mission, fell in love with a vixen

They put us down
now we up in da business
Say we was clowns
baby boy who you kiddin.
A hunned rounds
boy you know that we Spittin.
Breakin da vibe
man you know that we with it.
Its my time gone shine
man you know ima get it.

This all came from them times we was up in dem visits. So i stay on the grind

got something to finish
money stay on my mind so
I'm coming to get it
Cause I'm cold

Hook:
I don’t mean to, to impose
But my God I’m just too Cold
No Chain, No Range
And no Gold
But my God I’m Just too Cold
Just too Cold
Just too Cold
Yall know that its godda be Cold
If we Say it to ya
Just too Cold
No Chain, No Range
And no Gold
But my God I’m Just too Cold


Produced by: MRK SX
Arrangement by Speech
Written by: Mark Brown, Speech, Rambo & Danny B
Recorded at the Podium Studio & Project One Recording Studios
Mixed by: Casey Graham
Mastered by: Jaime Estalella

For more info:
BrotherSpeech.com

Danny