cold.wind - DJ Static, Negash Ali

The bourbon it burns in the cold wind it’s like 45 in Berlin

& my bunker radiator ain’t working, daybreak won’t surface

Can’t hit the melody, can’t get the melanin I drink the caffeine that is the

medicine

I miss my energy I picture enemies I sense the end of me, oh

And my nights get longer, knives get sharper, gotta spend my whole fucking life

in a sauna

Just not to be the wilest of monsters cause I got this guy and he strikes on a

congas

Invites me to congress and lights up a ganja and like anaconda he wraps round'

my conscience and fucks with my head… and fucks with my head

Where do madmen go abbey road crack the coat for pistacchio peel the skin for

potassium please tell me it can’t be done

Can’t be done?

Baby that’s a song that can’t be sung

Baby that’s a angle that can’t be spun, baby that’s a language that can’t be

tongued

Watch me go, primate, dial up the greats Climb in a cape and fly into space

Clouds break skies cave gates shine god shakes

I’m in this bitch where the fire escape?

throw a fit enter blind rage

Oh I squinch till my eyes ache No gin but I’m the bomb aye

Just a little bit of namaste, then I’m lifted to the mountain peak

Oh my Ariana’s grande, mi hermanos kamikaze