Cold Shoulders, by Besatree & Kid Presentable!!!

Cold Shoulders

by Besatree & Kid Presentable!!!

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1.	Ignored 02:32	lyrics	buy track
You just don't know the effort All of the work it takes Whatever we do Let's hope it all falls into place And keep moving Keep rolling Keep guessing Keep hoping Gotta get up and going Find somebody lost like me I been lost for so long I don't even notice no more Now I barely hold on Sometimes wanna let that go Been on the road with no name (no name) On a path with no light (no light) It's all a loss in the end So I'll take another shake of the dice If I'm on a roll I'ma keep on going Always on a roll and gonna keep on going (going) Just enough cash to fill up the gas is all that I need and I'm on Not sure where I'm headed But I'm sure I'll know when I land Lost the way so long ago But I keep finding my way back I know your signs symptoms They screaming slow down I'm just the type to keep impressing Imma hold it down Tell me you heard me before, tell me you heard me before You walked out the door Before I got lost in the words and the phrase It wasn't a one off you weren't a phase I'm running on fumes, searching like Indy I stumble on tombs What's it to you If I put all my heart into things that I do I guess that's just the life, but i'm halfway Between another song of all the wrongs in my past days Lost and found Tryina find somebody lost like me Lost and found Tryina find somebody lost like me Lost and found Tryina find somebody lost like me Lost and found Tryina find somebody lost like me
2.	Pass The Bottle (ft Albania Einstein & Tha Locust) 04:29	lyrics	buy track
What's the wrong side of the bed When you sleeping on the floor? Next day I be useless Need to use less a little more So go ahead and drink it in Soak it up Open up Loss or with a win Either way we drinking Either way we gonna celebrate Whether it's to reconcile, renovate, commemorate Slow it down Accelerate It's going down, gravitate Mow it down, Saturdays I'm comfy cuz I acclimate On some ready or not Sometime we shake under the gun But gotta steady the shot Aggghh Locked out my own damn house again Stuck in my own head, Malkovich It's looking like I'm sleeping on the ground again But everything I do, I do gold Alchemist They say it's chemically imbalanced So I guess I'ma take it as a challenge Pass me the bottle Wait a minute imma let you catch your breath (uhhuh uhhuh) Don't mean to cross the line or disrespect (nah uh nah uh) It's time I let the whole world on a secret I know my soul is worth it's weight In gold and diamond pieces My thesis on this, this poem I spit That I wrote on my phone with a blunt in my lip More pride in my shit cuz the truth is I'm toothless I'm anxious, a drunk and at times im just ruthless, huh Nothing to this Pass the bottle this way A swig will do it Chase the monsters away I've seen it all in just a matter of years And caught myself inside a prison of irrational fears And in this moment its clear, wait I'm the motherfucking man I got this whole world in the palm of my motherfucking hands Flip these records just to fly smoke this herb on foreign land Shining brighter as I drink of what's left over in this can What I told my bartender fuck a glass I'm like pass me the bottle I told my bartender fuck a glass I'm like pass me the bottle I told my bartender fuck a glass I'm like pass me the bottle I told my bartender fuck a glass I'm like fuck a glass, fuck a glass, fuck a glass Why they always gotta question People coming cruel, are they cool? A suggestion Maybe if you move w the groove in the session You be less stressed to express Nothing more nothing less My intention Provided that you be happy to give that blessing Would be to grab the microphone and start wrecking And show a silly sucker how I stepping! So collected Ya Thoughts connected as they passed the bottle Task was monumental Accidentally made it hard to swallow Fit to follow in the footsteps But now the irony eyeing find me defiantly lying them all down Down low is where is this thing go Low is where them old cold spoken w the lingo Low is where the soul get broke Whered the dreams go? Aye, Aye, aye, look It go, 1,2,3 & then, oh yeah 4 3-pack (24) of that Modelo I don't really fuck with 40'z Since they went & changed the bottle If it's good for the environment It really ain't a problem I mean, I'm ol' school you know? Stuck in my ways Besatree & KP Of course I fuck with The Haze & When it, comes to the brains That's my boy Al-bane Einstein with the rhymes Never goin' out plain I be showin' out sayin' How I know The Cloudmakers Shout to that playa Roskopp out in Vegas I know it's unrelated Oh well, it's too late I might, be off topic I dun had a few dranks But I'm good I'm feelin' good Right here writin' my verse Sayin' hello to alcohol To say goodbye to my thirst Here's a toast & a cheers From both me & my peers Now I'm off to the store Another 24 of beers Aye! I told my bartender fuck a glass I'm like pass me the bottle I told my bartender fuck a glass I'm like pass me the bottle I told my bartender fuck a glass I'm like pass me the bottle I told my bartender fuck a glass I'm like fuck a glass, fuck a glass, fuck a glass
3.	One Eighty 03:08	lyrics	buy track
Every now and then people turn they back on me I don't even know what the fuck's up with that homie Now the homies fuck around and turn they back on me Heard it's lonely at the top but I can only be me Every now and then people turn they back on me I don't even know what the fuck's up with that homie Now the homies fuck around and turn they back on me Heard it's lonely at the top but I can only be me I try and stay grounded I can only be me I try and stay grounded I can only be me I try and stay grounded I can only be me I try and stay grounded I can only be me I try and stay grounded But it's harder when your this high The obstacles pop up, it's Arguments and missed flights And right when your’e thinking you've won every fist fight The shoulders, they get cold, no warning no insight What's the reason for the missing words? Seasons come seasons go, but my numbers stayed the same Never felt like my heads gotten bigger than my name And I've done a decent job of not showing all the pain They say (they say) It gets lonely at the top And i pray (I pray) The momentum doesn't stop If it means leaving love on the cold chopping block Just to get what I want, I'll park the whip in the front Make it easy to front like your’e not mad impressed That i kept moving forward and found mad success That I keep moving forward and find my success I've got too many stories Of backstabbers, fakers, and foes I'm talking lying muhfuckers Yeah, the type we all know The type to steal from your house and then lie to your face about it Ruin everything you work for Still you work around it Circle em out And get em out the circle I know it seem like they help but they hurt you And I don't really think it's worth the risk And I don't really think it's worth that shit So I roll on Cut em off I ain't got no time to waste Can get up on my level Or just watch me while I elevate It don't mean nothing to me either way though The only thing that I can do is be real Be real and let em know the whole truth So they can make a choice And I can make a choice too It took a couple trips round to learn that And now these muhfuckers wanna turn back Every now and then people turn they back on me I don't even know what the fuck's up with that homie Now the homies fuck around and turn they back on me Heard it's lonely at the top but I can only be me Every now and then people turn they back on me I don't even know what the fuck's up with that homie Now the homies fuck around and turn they back on me Heard it's lonely at the top but I can only be me
4.	Carry On (ft Tha Locust) 02:57	info	buy track
5.	Cuts (ft Adversity & Thesis) 04:21	lyrics	buy track
And that's that shit I do I do And that's that shit they wont do Wont do And that's that shit I do I do And that's that shit they Wont do And that's that shit I do I do And that's that shit they wont do Wont do And that's that shit I do And that's that shit they wont do Wont do Put it all in Put it all up Gotta bleed if you wanna make the cut Ugh I don't even say nothing no more Six feet and be toe tagged up Before I'm gonna let up They don't know the worth Speech secondary Cuz my action first Pack the hearst And then back to work Been so long since I've been back to earth Cuz I been floating round Just in my own space Plan it and execute A black hole to these stars fame Parlay On to the next Gonna blow up like shit straight strapped to my chest Wanna make a little money while living my dream Make a little money by living my dream I'll take what I can when im fighting these nails and its on to the next Thanks for the boost in my ego, not alotta people would pass on the sex But that's the shit that I be doing homie on the regular Cuz bitches act like terrorist, stay blowing top the cellular Smoke a lot, smoke a lot Taste like chocolate We don't play g Moving at the speed of light burning out another bulb Get ahold of the switch it's crazy Pac penning "Brendas baby" Caught dirty in Mercedes Whats the point? gonna end up in the joint You know what? fuck you pay me! Whatever they do However they do They know they can't do it like me I do it myself And I built it from scratch And I'm cooking one hell of a feast Whenever they do Wherever they do They know they can't do it like me I do it for you And I do it for me So I hope that you ready to eat Watch me watch me Where the paparazzi Voice like Pavarotti Got yo bitch on my side like a Tamagotchi Looking like I be from Abu Dhabi In a Maserati on two wheels I’m 95in no I’m 99in I’m feeling like Sisqo in Dru Hill Back again Threw me in the pack and I’m rackin in Couldn’t see a muh fucka back in But then I skrt skrt skrt come crashin in huh King shit Livin life like a king pin I be on some go and kiss the ring shit You ain’t bring shit you ain’t mean shit to me My team sick no antidote Make shit pop like cans of coke, Shake shit up before we bake shit up, Don’t trip got enough for you and your folks, So here pass it round I want you to feel this in your mind, Dimes be shook for the fact I look like young Bruce Willis in his prime, Hand it over give me mines, Or I’m gonna take that shit by force, Come and try to knock me off my high horse, Gives a fuck if drugs done got my mind warped I’m a cyborg, Half man half machine shit, Bow down kiss the ring bitch, Don’t ever you question my kingship or I’ma run up inside your Queen quick like uhhhhhhh Or I'ma run up inside your Queen quick like uhh Looking like I be from Abu Dhabi In a Maserati on two wheels

about

Downtrodden, somewhat cynical and bummed out, but still got a good head about it

credits

released September 13, 2018

Tracks 1, 3, 4, 5 Produced by Besatree
Track 2 Produced by Rokem
Shout to our features: Albania Einstein, Tha Locust, Adversity, and Thesis. Also shout to Haunted Days for Production assistance.