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Ice (feat. Good.To.Go) Video (MV)




Performed By: Funkycold
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: George Ellett




Funkycold - Ice (feat. Good.To.Go) Lyrics




First time I picked up a pen
Didn't know who i was
Then again, yeah i really did
Just another kid, turning heads
Suburban myth
Sorry mom, sorry dad, god forbid
I went and did my own thing
F*ck church
F*ck what didn't work
F*ck everything that hurt
Stuck in the rut of a suburb
Then rolled it all up and smoked till my lungs burned

If you feel me, then you know so
Sometimes my minds a little loco
If you feel me then you know so
Ease back, drink Pabst and kick it like a dojo
Everybody here put it down right now
Everybody turn the song real loud
Everybody put that glass out and put that ice in

Art is your heart brushed with left and right ventricles
Good and bad flows thru keeping life symmetrical
Radius of love, mental concentricals
The word of god closed concept, barely theoretical

Got that 20/20 vision
Shit, I got that 20/20 rhythm
Doctor like incisions
Surgery rhymes that cut through the static
Automatic
Precision
I'm
Ahead of my time

Now you know, Good.To.Go
Understand my basis laced on the flow
Now you know, Funkycold
Understand the basics, grace is the flow

The case isn't closed
And the pace didn't slow
I tasted the gold
So the chase had to grow
My ace in the hole
Burnt a face on the wall
That mirrored back all
I want it placed in my palm

Placed in my palm
I want it placed in my palm
The ace in the hole
Burnt a face on the wall
That mirrored back all
Want it placed in my palm...

I tasted the gold
So the chase had to grow
I tasted the gold
So the chase had to grow
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First time I picked up a pen
Didn't know who i was
Then again, yeah i really did
Just another kid, turning heads
Suburban myth
Sorry mom, sorry dad, god forbid
I went and did my own thing
F*ck church
F*ck what didn't work
F*ck everything that hurt
Stuck in the rut of a suburb
Then rolled it all up and smoked till my lungs burned

If you feel me, then you know so
Sometimes my minds a little loco
If you feel me then you know so
Ease back, drink Pabst and kick it like a dojo
Everybody here put it down right now
Everybody turn the song real loud
Everybody put that glass out and put that ice in

Art is your heart brushed with left and right ventricles
Good and bad flows thru keeping life symmetrical
Radius of love, mental concentricals
The word of god closed concept, barely theoretical

Got that 20/20 vision
Shit, I got that 20/20 rhythm
Doctor like incisions
Surgery rhymes that cut through the static
Automatic
Precision
I'm
Ahead of my time

Now you know, Good.To.Go
Understand my basis laced on the flow
Now you know, Funkycold
Understand the basics, grace is the flow

The case isn't closed
And the pace didn't slow
I tasted the gold
So the chase had to grow
My ace in the hole
Burnt a face on the wall
That mirrored back all
I want it placed in my palm

Placed in my palm
I want it placed in my palm
The ace in the hole
Burnt a face on the wall
That mirrored back all
Want it placed in my palm...

I tasted the gold
So the chase had to grow
I tasted the gold
So the chase had to grow
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Writer: George Ellett
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