[Intro: Andrea Storm Kaden]
Cold, freezin' the blood around my bones
When the tension, it rises
My worst begins to show
They got a lotta talk, talk, talk
They got a lotta talk, talk, talk
I shoot 'em when the safety is off
And it's often I'm hot, in a world that has gone so cold

[Chorus: Andrea Storm Kaden]
Bomb-bombs away, bomb-bombs away
Bomb-bombs away, watching nukes from the sidelines
Bomb-bombs away, bomb-bombs away
We're in the Endzone watching all the nukes from the sidelines

[Verse 1: Rockit Music]
Got a call, they said they might need me
Back in the Cold War, 1980s
We got Russian spies sneaking up from behind
(Can we get a little help from Mr. Ronnie Reagy?)
I'm the first one up for the Task Force
Gone international, need a passport
Buckle up, give the Soviets what they asked for
A first class ticket to a Cold War
So I'm sittin' in the sun, sippin' on a little rum
When I'm beach-side, poppin' off with every single gun
When the Duty Calls I shoot through the walls
HK slaps hard like a booty call
But then after that, the aftermath is looking real bad
Boy, you better buy the Battle Pass
Cause you gonna want a decked out Avtomat
But even then your team don't stand a chance, I'm cold
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