Lonely & Cold - Apollo Brown

Why did I leave the ones that loved me

The ones that loved me

Why did I leave

Check it

Customised pins, wise men, I’m tied in

The environment I’m in is like a lion’s den

The tie ride in to the thigh length, I’m one with the climate

Pull a crocodile out the closet… I got it

Catch ya bum ass slippin way out in Hollis

Get swatted in ya squatter, wet em up like a otter

Play the Ramada, take a bow right after the drama

Word to the father, got real roots like Tariq Trotter

Mosaic, the coke weigh it, the bottle rosé it

The heat’s gold-plated, the feet are Dolce

Track up the beat I might OJ it

If niggas is role playin and ho payin, I’m fo-fo sprayin

The coat I’m wearing’s Australian

I’m not not gon tell ya

Cut off your genitalia then hit the Lord & Taylor

Lord as my shepherd I’m putting forth the effort

I just wanna afford the extras… uh

Twin six shooters, life’s like a Western

I’m tryina cop the mansion, play the West Wing

Break a bed spring, forty acres of lake break out the jet skis

Muhfucka

Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold

Cold… cold…

Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold

Cold… cold…

Yeah

Still play the graveyard shift, step in dog shit

Sell soft shit, my whip float like a swordfish

My wrist and neck frostbit, Le Coq Sportif

Send some shots lift you off your feet like a forklift

I hang glide off the cliff with just a trench on

Drop your body off at Crenshaw

Bang the young whore from Singapore

Squeeze till my fingers are sore

Sing a song like My Cherie Amour… uh

Tan in the winter, steamed salmon for dinner

The air’s thinner, never let the beef simmer, or let the beast get us

Piece is scissored lizard, so much white it’s a blizzard

I’m a street wizard, kill a beef, don’t leave a witness

Not a sibling, beat the system

My shooters deep, I might assist em

When death kissed em, your soul flow off into the solar system… uh

Greeted by ancestors, gangbangers making hand gestures

Let ya chest catch a Winchester

Little niggas is out to pull that Willie Manchester

You get put out on a stretcher

Muhfucka

Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold

Cold… cold…

Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold

Cold… cold…

Sometimes