COLD TEARS (SPED UP) TOLCHONOV & NUEKI

[Intro]
Ah, ooh, uh
Ooh, ah, uh
Ah, ooh, uh

[Chorus]
Ooh, ah, uh
Ah, ooh, uh
Ooh, ah, uh
Ah, ooh, uh
Ooh, ah, uh
Ah, ooh, uh
Ooh, ah, uh
Ah, ooh, uh

[Verse]
Here I go again in the wind, with my TEC-9
Cocked on my feet, as I sneak, closer to the crime
From the crime, so I don't die before the war again
Has it always been, and it stuck and I bout grip my forty-
Why you always tryna be about your mothafuckin’ talk?
I stackin’ all the dollars, no I wanted to be bothered
No, I get back to the feds, and I’m pounding on the meat
Then, grippin' on there slow, cause my tank is now gettin’ real-
Here I go again in the wind, with my TEC-9
Cocked on my feet, as I sneak, closer to the crime
From the crime, so I don't die bеfore the war again
Has it always been, and it stuck and I bout grip my forty-
Why you always tryna be about your mothafuckin’ talk?
I stackin’ all thе dollars, no I wanted to be bothered
No, I get back to the feds, and I’m pounding on the meat
Then, grippin' on there slow, cause my tank is now gettin’ real-