Cold Summer Fabolous
"Cold Summer" by Fabolous, released in 2014, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of heartbreak, resilience, and the emotional aftermath of a failed relationship. The lyrics reflect on the pain of lost love and personal growth, blending introspective storytelling with smooth, melodic beats. The song's unique elements include its catchy hooks and vivid imagery, contributing to its relatable cultural impact on listeners navigating similar experiences.
[Intro]
You ever have a cold in the summer?
That shit be the worse
It gets better though
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
How they turn a top dog to an underdog
It's a cold world even in the summer, dawg
Like a hunnid missed calls in my number log
I talk to God 'fore I talk to people from them blogs
Gotta see through it when it's thick as London fog
I'm from the city baby, I done grew up under Small
Not to bring up old shit, I'm not a plunger, dawg
No dalmatian but I come through with a hunnid, dawg
And they don't bark, they bite
Let it spark, they might
Gotta walk straight, right?
Turn the dark to daylight
Let 'em talk, they right
In your heart, stay light
Play your part, stay tight
Bosses park where they like
Don't you let them trick you out your spot and put that guy on
Rather cut 'em off and let a bygone be a bygone
When you ballin', you that nigga that they got they eye on
So I think I know just how it feel to be a Zion
Bussin' out sneakers, swingin' on rims
Being number 1, bringing on M's
Hope the Knicks get him, I'ma bring him Timb's
Tell 'em lace his boots, I'ma give a king some gems
Like look, you the great hope and a scapegoat
You gon' have to make quotes and take notes
And some can't take smoke so they may choke
But those who learn to make boats, stay afloat
You ever have a cold in the summer?
That shit be the worse
It gets better though
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
How they turn a top dog to an underdog
It's a cold world even in the summer, dawg
Like a hunnid missed calls in my number log
I talk to God 'fore I talk to people from them blogs
Gotta see through it when it's thick as London fog
I'm from the city baby, I done grew up under Small
Not to bring up old shit, I'm not a plunger, dawg
No dalmatian but I come through with a hunnid, dawg
And they don't bark, they bite
Let it spark, they might
Gotta walk straight, right?
Turn the dark to daylight
Let 'em talk, they right
In your heart, stay light
Play your part, stay tight
Bosses park where they like
Don't you let them trick you out your spot and put that guy on
Rather cut 'em off and let a bygone be a bygone
When you ballin', you that nigga that they got they eye on
So I think I know just how it feel to be a Zion
Bussin' out sneakers, swingin' on rims
Being number 1, bringing on M's
Hope the Knicks get him, I'ma bring him Timb's
Tell 'em lace his boots, I'ma give a king some gems
Like look, you the great hope and a scapegoat
You gon' have to make quotes and take notes
And some can't take smoke so they may choke
But those who learn to make boats, stay afloat
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