[Intro: Bladee]

Ah

(Cold Visions)

[Verse 1: Bladee]

Hash from Norway, twice the price

Half alive and sleep deprived

Nothing works, but sleep don't hurt

Dirty life, baptized in dirt

In my soul, a growing hole

Void that spreads out of control

Panic, that became the norm

Out of fear, a child is born

Only calm once in the storm

Faith in stars I can't afford

Time pass by and brought me more

Yet, I'm weaker than before

Learned some more and lost some more

But I know less than before

And on stage, I am a—

And I hold my face to floor

Dance on the edge of the blade

To do a raid on the ravе

We burn some sage just in casе

Toxic waste to the face (Yes, sir)

We in V6s, no plates

We burnin' through the terrain

Fuck what it is, does it hit?

I got so rich off the spit

I post a pic, now you're pissed

I'll put your friends on the list

I'll pay your rent for the year

Take care of you when you're sick

I'll throw myself in a ditch (Ah)

I'll hurt myself if you wish

Crawling in the sewer with an axe on the side

Dark tinted windows on the whip, let's ride

Alligator shoes, everything reptile

Only I can talk about the night, it's mine (Working on dying)

Searching for destruction under blue street lights (F1LTHY, what's up, man? Been working on dying, man)

Hoodie on my head, sunglasses, dress shoes tied (It's crazy)

Seen so many friends that strayed from the light

Baby, is it fine?

But, shit, I'm still doing lines

[Bridge: Bladee]

It's bad even on a paradise island

I'm in hell in my mind even if I'm smiling

Just know that I'm fighting (Kill, kill, dumbass)

I'm sick, yeah, I know

Just keep it on the low

[Verse 2: Sickboyrari]

Thuggin' in the field by my lone (Lone)

I push the button in the car and hear it vroom (Vroom)

I got racks in my pocket like a phone

With the gang, know we flyer than a drone

I'm with the gang, throwin' up 4s, yellin', "Shalom" (Shalom)

I'm with twin, locked in, that's my clone

Me and Bladee start to sing like some crows

Take 'em through the Swedish woods, they gon' know

Pop out with my gang through the trees like some creatures

KTS the scene (Scene), leave 'em bloody, but we ain't gon' bleach it

Euro coupe screechin'

Bloody like some leeches

Crowed up, stop the scene, then we get to beepin'

Crowed up, stop the scene, then we get to geekin'

[Outro: Sickboyrari]

For real though

It get real glarious