COLD TEARS (SLOWED + REVERB)

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Here I go again in the wind, with my TEC-9

Cocked on my feet, as I sneak, closer to the crime

From the crime, so I don't die before the war again

Has it always been, and it stuck and I bout grip my forty-

Why you always tryna be about your mothafuckin’ talk?

I stackin’ all the dollars, no I wanted to be bothered

No, I get back to the feds, and I’m pounding on the meat

Then, grippin' on there slow, cause my tank is now gettin’ real-

Here I go again in the wind, with my TEC-9

Cocked on my feet, as I sneak, closer to the crime

From the crime, so I don't die before the war again

Has it always been, and it stuck and I bout grip my forty-

Why you always tryna be about your mothafuckin’ talk?

I stackin’ all the dollars, no I wanted to be bothered

No, I get back to the feds, and I’m pounding on the meat

Then, grippin' on there slow, cause my tank is now gettin’ real-

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