Q.TheArtist - Cold Lyrics

(Yea yea yea)
(Yea)
(Aye)
(Yea)
(On this side the road)
(On this side the road)
I wanna Know
Can't fear
Can't crack the code
Don't steer
This side the road
My tears inside the...
(Aye)
Inside the hole
My Inside is cold
No cheer
Ain't keeping score
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
(Yea)
My Heart Getting Old
Don't steer
This side the road
Don't steer
This side the road
(Yea)
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
My heart old
Bitch I'm Bold
Bitch I'm the best
That's just the shit that I say with my chest
That's the placebo that brings me success
That there the reason I keep saying yes
An I keep saying yes
I'm up
Bitch I'm that nigga I don't give a fuck
Or that's what I think in the back of my mind
Or maybe I'm blind
I'm done telling lies
Like bitch I got feeling
I might even cry
An I
Hide Behind
The talk of the tough
Mistaken my silence
Mistaken my hush
For a lack of feeling
It come in clutch
I mean
Its working out fine
It seem like I'm up
Like I'm on my grind
But I can't get out
Can't get out of mine
Like get out my mind
A psycho psychology
It's my biography
Fuck my biology
Voices are calling me
The whispers
Should I play for the team
The Clippers
Nah I should play for myself
It's reasons why I always pay for myself
Why I'm always cooking
They paid for a chef
(They paid for a chef)
Lay the paper to rest
An I flavor myself
I fragrance myself
As I lay on the shelf
Stand
Static
Bands
Had It
Damn
Habits
An I wanna Know
Can't fear
Can't crack the code
Don't steer
This side the road
My tears inside the...
(Aye)
Inside the hole
My Inside is cold
No cheer
Ain't keeping score
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
(Yea)
My Heart Getting Old
Don't steer
This side the road
Don't steer
This side the road
(Yea)
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
(Young an my getting old yea)

(Yea yea yea)
(Yea)
(Aye)
(Yea)
(On this side the road)
(On this side the road)
I wanna Know
Can't fear
Can't crack the code
Don't steer
This side the road
My tears inside the...
(Aye)
Inside the hole
My Inside is cold
No cheer
Ain't keeping score
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
(Yea)
My Heart Getting Old
Don't steer
This side the road
Don't steer
This side the road
(Yea)
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
My heart old
Bitch I'm Bold
Bitch I'm the best
That's just the shit that I say with my chest
That's the placebo that brings me success
That there the reason I keep saying yes
An I keep saying yes
I'm up
Bitch I'm that nigga I don't give a fuck
Or that's what I think in the back of my mind
Or maybe I'm blind
I'm done telling lies
Like bitch I got feeling
I might even cry
An I
Hide Behind
The talk of the tough
Mistaken my silence
Mistaken my hush
For a lack of feeling
It come in clutch
I mean
Its working out fine
It seem like I'm up
Like I'm on my grind
But I can't get out
Can't get out of mine
Like get out my mind
A psycho psychology
It's my biography
Fuck my biology
Voices are calling me
The whispers
Should I play for the team
The Clippers
Nah I should play for myself
It's reasons why I always pay for myself
Why I'm always cooking
They paid for a chef
(They paid for a chef)
Lay the paper to rest
An I flavor myself
I fragrance myself
As I lay on the shelf
Stand
Static
Bands
Had It
Damn
Habits
An I wanna Know
Can't fear
Can't crack the code
Don't steer
This side the road
My tears inside the...
(Aye)
Inside the hole
My Inside is cold
No cheer
Ain't keeping score
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
(Yea)
My Heart Getting Old
Don't steer
This side the road
Don't steer
This side the road
(Yea)
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
Still Young
My heart getting old
(Young an my getting old yea)