Sean Brown - Cold Nights lyrics

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Same this for the cold nights, I got the weed you got the light

Everything gonna be alright

Everything gonna be alright

Same bitch for the cold nights, lady I’ve been too nice

But no more mister pow life

Same bitch or the cold nights

Now babe you can’t relate it anything that you hear on the radio

You need real shit, here we go

Let luce and may your mind explore, escape reality one time

My G listen up

I know it’s getting roaf but you can’t give up

It fine to play with a nigga like you

You gotta go get that motherfucker Lu

Hit the raise out balling when I get another day

I close my eyes, thank God I pray

This send me away from the fakes

They was one my friends now feel be traded

I don’t know where it goes sometimes

That’s when I like that, we don’t

Sit back here have all ….we bout thing like…

Same this for the cold nights, I got the weed you got the light

Everything gonna be alright

Everything gonna be alright

Same bitch for the cold nights, lady I’ve been too nice

But no more mister pow life

Same bitch or the cold nights

They say I made it but I ain’t got shit

Real talk I ain’t even got a wip

To be surrounding by everyone balling

Make a nigga really feel like shit

Back to the drum boy, I gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it

Settle down, I’m ignore all these other women

Represents I gotta put on for my city

I don’t know how but I keep faith that one day artist gonna change

For the better hit the roll right

My own turn gram for the shady …

No fake ones in the tendes, they want …in the chillings

Got winning, turn one dollar to a million

Turn one mil to a billion

Same this for the cold nights, I got the weed you got the light

Everything gonna be alright

Everything gonna be alright

Same bitch for the cold nights, lady I’ve been too nice

But no more mister pow life

Same bitch or the cold nights

I had to see my mama pain

Nothing I can do, I’m rolling the same

More medication that she can’t take

And prend be down with my soul instead

How am I suppose to be the same?

Fake the smile that’s on my face

Some days I break down and cry

Sometimes I don’t ball a sign

And it could be worst so I keep my head

To the sky but I think about this every day

I ain’t worry bout I hear they comin’

…my grandos stop and just had to show ‘em

So I’m loing my voice, swearing on stage but they barely make noise

Messing with my mind I’mma be right there home

I’mma be on right just to be on shows

Same this for the cold nights, I got the weed you got the light

Everything gonna be alright

Everything gonna be alright

Same bitch for the cold nights, lady I’ve been too nice

But no more mister pow life

Same bitch or the cold nights