Eric Biddines - Cold Pillow Lyrics
Keep in mind that I'm an artistSo I'm sensitive about my shitLay down like a zeroStay indoor like a man, I don't want a heroFall on double moGot pocket size of pulp onion's marrowPillow case they toldLike a case on the first 48 ain't knowWhere you find the place that would have came from dirt, dirtSouth, I don't like this flowHad to switch the tone, I ain't bid them on the pitBe that even made a song, did that for dj BoothI told Ziggy give me 2 weeks he gonn' leave me aloneWho the hell gonn' follow up?Got a co-sign, I done made 84 dollarsBlew it all on a fake gold chainAnd then the whole industry see me coloredN***a like we done seen your movesIt's time for new ass not a good issueYou're like a Andrew 3k Devin dudeMan bid crib probably bring it home to him soonAnd I've wait for a long time, play the humble callWhen I fought with the song getting all signsDoing everything from the symbol and lyricI mean that he nobody played it but a n***a want a crown mineMy shit with the bucket seatsNo sir, I move, lord sign on meMad bone with a ontLong [?] SleazeI ain't got a purple drink tattoosLearn hard way Nestor, how bout y'all?You was up but you fell on offBurn bridge, never shit on allLike south, damn pay the bill on timeI had to wait for the deadlineSome bank keep money in pocket longHuh, you don't really wanna get some time?Seen the man lose faith, gave upHe don't wanna live this lifePrayed every day, wasn't in his heartPressing like that you will blow your mindGetting all about paperCheese is good but how is rat's way worse?End up in an old black curseCrumming next on the floor from your auntie's purseSeen everything nah it ain't no hurtGot banned for a [?] WorkLost more time thinking I ain't worthMadam Penny with a hole in it, piling dirtBack on the road, boot bag with a book full of ass metaphorsHe a boy out of farm Beach CountyFine 6 months I flew it you knowChurch socks, slit on the floor with the floor like a waveAnd a pimp in the cornerI'm out here with a brand new shave and a mouth full of goldYou can line up a summerSay what you want, never say that you don'tNow times looking at my watchAnd I count what I loss, still roll with the pointRemix, game in the fish tankStill steaming, low cut assist straightSteering wheel oh that with the wood grainBent way back seat lean like I'm drankStop with the punk lateBlessed like a SundayMy thing designed the weakGot you a loose on the field get a flag on the wrong pipeOff for being in the center one timeCome here been out my name checking up signsPicking up a check I'm bout to get to my grandmaOr one out of [?] To the niggas that I've been that
