Cold Summer

By Issa Gold

On Tempus

Released on July 3, 2021

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[Verse 1]

I'm a terrible listener, I should start talking less

Miscommunication making a mess

Before we finish one thought, we thinking what to say next

Quiet that mind

There's a beauty in the silence, had a drink with Father Time

Told me, there was never really a future, that shit's a lie

And all the past shit you been through, you could dash it to the side

Only thing that really exist is the present current now

If you learn to cherish the moment, you'll manipulate time

Time's an illusion like Valentine's Day Cupid

Just a concept that was made to keep track of what we was doing

Like a global day planner

Step by step, could reach the top like climbing ladders, you'd find me sitting by Saturn


[Chorus]

On my millionth step off of the Earth, chasing Nirvana

Niggas built a house out of the dirt, devil came knocking

"Do you got any sugar? Or is your mind fucking salty?"

Watching other niggas prosper gon' fuck up your shit, homie


[Verse 2]

Tryna avoid twelve holes, no baker's dozen

Learned I'm too trusting, can't let your friends play you like new puppets

New hundreds climbed to the top, I'm needing new summits

Cool coming, niggas they make me nauseous, need two stomachs

Shoes running, stood in our place and niggas ain't do nothing

I did something, brought 'em the light, on golden platters

Sipped beer inside of the tavern, with bad ones I had the salmon

I was comfy, adapt to surroundings, I'm always lovely

Sitting pretty with a thing that's so bad she make me look ugly

Had the nigga tap his friend like she gotta love him for money

You should guess again

The way that I talk they thinking I'm heaven sent

The shit that you be talking, she thinking that y'all was better friends

Solace born a son of man and learned to never show his hand

Cold world, niggas would set up and rob they own mans

I know the game, I used to skimp niggas' ounces a couple grams

And package that back up and resell that shit in another bag


[Chorus]

Millionth step off of the Earth, chasing Nirvana

Niggas built a house out of the dirt, devil came knocking

"Do you got any sugar? Or is your mind fucking salty?"

Watching other niggas prosper gon' fuck up your shit, homie


[Verse 3]

Walking up to Heaven, they told me I wasn't good enough

Chalk it up to something I did, a nigga was down on luck

Wish that I could turn back time and clean my karma up

But nothing stuck inside of the past should make you get worrisome

It's time to move forward, my mind be soaring

Thinking 'bout the future, but you trapped inside the moment

Niggas coming for my head, I stood inside his face, stoic

Tried to period my life, we turned this shit to semi colons

I got more coming

Solace is a cold summer

Bringing out my own thunder

Fed but I got more hunger

Head is like my own jungle

Grip is tight, I can't fumble

Arrogant, but stay humble

Flexing out, but stay subtle

All muscle

Came a long way from doing drugs inside the staircase

Grands in the safe, I stacked it up like it's my birthday

Hand on my faith and with this feeling make the Earth quake

Student to the game, remember days I was in worse shape


[Chorus]

Millionth step off of the Earth, chasing Nirvana

Niggas built a house out of the dirt, devil came knocking

"Do you got any sugar? Or is your mind fucking salty?"

Watching other niggas prosper gon' fuck up your shit, homie

Millionth step off of the Earth, chasing Nirvana

Niggas built a house out of the dirt, devil came knocking

"Do you got any sugar? Or is your mind fucking salty?"

Watching other niggas prosper gon' fuck up your shit, homie