Eric Biddines - Cold Pillow lyrics

Keep in mind that I'm an artist So I'm sensitive about my sh** Lay down like a zero Stay indoor like a man, I don't want a hero Fall on double mo Got pocket size of pulp onion's marrow Pillow case they told Like a case on the first 48 ain't know Where you find the place that would have came from dirt, dirt South, I don't like this flow Had to switch the tone, I ain't bid them on the pit Be that even made a song, did that for DJ Booth I told Ziggy give me 2 weeks he gonn' leave me alone Who the hell gonn' follow up? Got a co-sign, I done made 84 dollars Blew it all on a fake gold chain And then the whole industry see me colored n***a like we done seen your moves It's time for new a** not a good issue You're like a Andrew 3k Devin dude Man bid crib probably bring it home to him soon And I've wait for a long time, play the humble call When I fought with the song getting all signs Doing everything from the symbol and lyric I mean that he nobody played it but a n***a want a crown mine My sh** with the bucket seats No sir, I move, lord sign on me Mad bone with a ont Long ??? sleaze I ain't got a purple drink tattoos Learn hard way Nestor, how bout y'all? You was up but you fell on off Burn bridge, never sh** on all Like south, damn pay the bill on time I had to wait for the deadline Some bank keep money in pocket long Huh, you don't really wanna get some time? Seen the man lose faith, gave up He don't wanna live this life Prayed every day, wasn't in his heart Pressing like that you will blow your mind Getting all about paper Cheese is good but how is rat's way worse? End up in an old black curse Crumming next on the floor from your auntie's purse Seen everything nah it ain't no hurt Got banned for a ??? work Lost more time thinking I ain't worth Madam Penny with a hole in it, piling dirt Back on the road, boot bag with a book full of a** metaphors He a boy out of farm Beach County Fine 6 months I flew it you know Church socks, slit on the floor with the floor like a wave And a pimp in the corner I'm out here with a brand new shave and a mouth full of gold You can line up a summer Say what you want, never say that you don't Now times looking at my watch And I count what I loss, still roll with the point Remix, game in the fish tank Still steaming, low cut a**ist straight Steering wheel oh that with the wood grain Bent way back seat lean like I'm drank Stop with the punk late Blessed like a Sunday My thing designed the weak Got you a loose on the field get a flag on the wrong pipe Off for being in the center one time Come here been out my name checking up signs Picking up a check I'm bout to get to my grandma Or one out of ??? to the n***as that I've been that