Cold Lo - Frozen (formerly Infrared615)

Frozen: Written by Cold Lo, produced by June G.
LYRICS: Chorus
They call me young Cold Lo, in this game, I can flow....
On these lames, it's a shame, that these n's don't know.
Ca$hville, Ten-A-Key is where I'm from
(email) thecoldestrapper@gmail.com
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First Verse
They call me young Cold Lo, my style never fails.
Used to be named Infrared (615), I've changed my name...."oh, well"
There were so many with my name....so I had to change.
I kept my face still in a box, like a picture frame.
The greatest show like the Rams, you fraud n's are scams.
It ain't quite Thanksgiving, but I'll still go ham.
Brim twisted to right..in heat, I bring cold weather.
Been in this game for a minute, got stripes like Cosby sweaters.
So eccentric so listen, the verbal dialect from the breath.
I don't need an audiologist to know that I'm def....
You tryin' to learn the block, I'm trading from my stock.
Your foundation is weak, like wearing a pairs of Crocs.

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Second Verse
I had to eliminate some things, to get my mind some clarity.
I'm positive, but negativity charges my battery.
Rrrrrrrrrooooooom, Rrrrrrroooom, Rrrrrooom, I'm going 100
..in a 30 speed limit, baby boy, I'm hunting.
Cold Lo, so cold, we can head to the back.
She's so smoking hot, opposites attract.
Like making a baby, I can make something from nuttin'
Like an Apple iPad, you can't push my buttons.
I'm so authentic, I'll be my own d-mn critic.....
"Two Thumbs Up"..man, I must admit it.
I'm trying to get big dough, like Giordano's.....
....and stack M's on you clowns like McDonalds.




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Third Verse
Cold Lo is so dominant, and yes, it's obvious.
My content of lyrics, compared to yall, is prominent.
So far from the norm, I was a star when born.
If I was from Nebraska, I can sell you some corn.
From the depths of the corner, my eye is on the unknown.
Not down with selling my soul, man, I'll hold my own.
They ask "Why the change....is it out of anger?"
I said "No"....and cast a drift, like a ship with no anchor.
I'm here....no chance of quittin', man, I'm submitting.
My tracks on every website, "ACCEPT" button....I'm hitting.
Time is short, I'll plant the seed to make seconds to minutes......
It's time to throw out the trash, and replenish.....I'm in it.




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Music

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• cold lo
• infrared615
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• cashville
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