Cold - Intellectual

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Ugh, haha, it's ill

Ugh

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Who the coldest motherfucker in the room?

(Who the coldest motherfucker in the room? Ah)

Who the coldest motherfucker in the room?

(Who the coldest motherfucker in the room? Ah)

And who the coldest motherfucker that you know? (Yeah)

(Who the coldest motherfucker that you know? And another one; ah)

Bring him 'round here, he's gettin' froze

(He's gettin' froze, he's gettin' froze)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Roll it up, let's smoke

And tell me why your bitch look like Glenn Close

I'm on my own two, that's ten toes

First the bullets fly, somebody says, "Go" (Go)

Why you bet low when your Jordans retro?

Girls playin' games for the bills, they Drew Bledsoe (Woah)

There's a lot that you can buy, but I'll never own

And a lot of information that I'll never know

Learn 'til they get concerned for my sanity

A life that's filled with vanity needs a little clarity (Clarity)

This the truth, this a taste, can you handle it?

A million dollars couldn't cover up the damages

Naked girl at the crib makin' sandwiches (Uh-huh)

And when we makin' love, I got a candle lit (Uh-huh)

Some romantic shit to put her in the mood

The world woke me up, now I'm lookin' at the snooze (What to do?)

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Curren$y]

Who the coldest motherfucker in the room? (Ah)

And who the coldest motherfucker that you know? (Turn it up, Sam; ah)

Bring him 'round here, he's gettin' froze (Yo; life)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Look at my hands, I'm the lord of the rings (Lord of the rings)

Musical cocaine brought me all of these Carrera keys

Soft-top goin' hard on the block, freeze that talk

And them plots 'bout walkin' up on me

No security, just my homies, the well-dressed army

Presidential arm piece, my credentials

I'm a G (I'm a G), all-access Jets

Wherever you won't be, snatch that 'Vette for my mans

The day of his prison release, shoe was on the other foot

I know he would've done the same thing for me

But we'll let that be, park it in the spot

Right next to my B with the chrome wings

I was sent here to own things, both sides of the court

Colder than a airport, therefore

I'm the one them hoes here for, yeah, boy

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Who the coldest motherfucker in the room? (Ah)

And who the coldest motherfucker that you know? (Ah)

Bring him 'round here, he's gettin' froze (Yo)

[Outro: Mac Miller]

And another one