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Cold Shower (Ft. Project Pat)

Skepta

The Fork and Knife


(M1OnTheBeat)
Yeah

Woke up this mornin', had to take a cold shower (Ice)
I swear I fell in love with the power
When you die
it's gon' feel like you've been alive for one hour (Huh?)
Gotta stack my money high like the Trump Tower (Ha)
Yeah, I miss my brother, but the pussy turned sour (Pussy)
He's a rotten apple, movin' like a wild flower
Snakes in the grass, cut it with the lawnmower
Greaze (Pat-uh)

I used to be the smoker, robbin' like The Joker
Streets devil's playground, I weren't playin' poker
Smooth like hookah, God have mercy on me
He throwin' blessings on me, I pray I receive the grace
Diamonds on my teeth, Gucci on my face
I got ice all 'round my throat, Louis on my waist
Foreign cars I can race, no police on the case
Tryna put me up on game, tied like a shoelace
My man tote the Glock, boy, know how we rock, boy
My name ringin' out here like I'm a top boy
But I'm not, boy, I'm stayin' on the beggar
Rockin' me a show on stage like Mick Jagger
Rack after rack-a, stack after stack-a
Countin' up that blue cheese in back of a 'Lac-a
Rack after rack-a, stack after stack-a
Countin' up that blue cheese in back of a 'Lac-a

Woke up this mornin', had to take a cold shower (Ice)
I swear I fell in love with the power
When you die
it's gon' feel like you've been alive for one hour (Huh?)
Gotta stack my money high like the Trump Tower (Ha)
Yeah, I miss my brother, but the pussy turned sour (Pussy)
He's a rotten apple, movin' like a wild flower
Snakes in the grass, cut it with the lawnmower
Greaze

At first I bought a one spinner
then a 9, lived a life of crime
It was hammer time, a lot of bine flyin'
Told myself I need to get rich or die tryin' (Greaze)
If you don't face your fears
probably gon' die cryin' (Boom-boom)
See, we slept through the day
shottin' through the nighttime
Gave the fiend a extra pebble (Yeah)
'cause she call me five time (Brrt)
Meridian a bloodline, you're talkin' five lines
Praise the Lord, life is gettin' better, like some fine wine
Now we shine in the booth
spittin' crack, I'm still whippin'
Can't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Tell a boy, "Look again", if you thought that I was slippin'
Talkin' crud, we leave a pool of blood
and your guy's swimmin'
Gang, we're Pagola chillin' with some fine women
Smoke all day like Bob Marley, yeah, we're high livin'
Say a prayer before I go to sleep 'cause I know I'm sinnin'
Look at the fit, I need a towel
know you see a guy drippin' (Drippin')

Woke up this mornin', had to take a cold shower (Ice)
I swear I fell in love with the power
When you die
it's gon' feel like you've been alive for one hour (Huh?)
Gotta stack my money high like the Trump Tower (Ha)
Yeah, I miss my brother, but the pussy turned sour (Pussy)
He's a rotten apple, movin' like a wild flower
Snakes in the grass, cut it with the lawnmower
Greaze

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