Eklavya Kaushal - COLD PALMER

★ Hook ★
Here for my bag
Then I’m on my way back
To take another trap-nap
‘Cause I cannot get attached, (shit)
Smokin’ that pack
Yo’ Mans’ Gunners must be jammed
‘Cause they shooters makin’ reels
Can’t give a fuck ‘bout none of that

Here for my bag
Then I’m on my way back
To take another trap-nap
‘Cause I cannot get attached, (shit)
Smokin’ that pack
Yo’ Mans’ Gunners must be jammed
‘Cause they shooters makin’ reels
Can’t give a fuck ‘bout none of that

★ Verse ★
There ain’t no hunger games
These boys be famishing
Can’t fashion threats or influence
All y’all arе mannequins
They might have to play black bеatle
On a loop, to stop they panicking
Love seeing threatre magic acts
‘Cause the last ones always “the-vanishing”
Tell ‘em what happened
How we caught yo’ pussy ass on the gram, on the stories, yappin’
Shit-talking must be a 9 to 5 frustration
Group conversation
So a DM still lacking

“Theatre of dreams” so we send his ass home with all’a his nightmares ready packed-in
No braces needed to beat they ass in clutch
Dropped a hattrick, and all it took was a tap-in

And if he still cappin’
Get the hi-hats clappin’
Leaky defence
So, what good is attacking?

RB (I’ll be), right back in
Red Bull might track-in
Got they mental old-
Trafford, what’s crackin’?

Fuck with peace
No R&B run for these
Press F and 1 for me
‘Cause bitch, I’m versteppen

Hate to see me win
Cold palmer in this bitch
So you know how it hits
I’ssa Chelsea-dagger stabbed-in

★ Hook ★
Here for my bag
Then I’m on my way back
To take another trap-nap
‘Cause I cannot attached, (shit)
Smokin’ that pack
Yo’ Mans’ Gunners must be jammed
‘Cause they shooters makin’ reels
Can’t give a fuck ‘bout none of that

Here for my bag
Then I’m on my way back
To take another trap-nap
‘Cause I cannot attached, (shit)
Smokin’ that pack
Yo’ Mans’ Gunners must be jammed
‘Cause they shooters makin’ reels
Can’t give a fuck ‘bout none of that