TITLE: “COLD CASE”
[Intro – spoken]
Yo… it’s Cold Verse.
If the voices in my head had a mixtape… this is track one.
[Hook]
I’m a cold case, walking, chalk line in a North Face,
Laugh while the world burn slow like a porch vape,
Brain like a morgue with a strobe and a court date,
Smile like, “Hi kids,” then I torch fake.
[Verse 1]
I’m that off-brand boogeyman, bargain-bin villain,
With a notebook full of “what the hell” bars I’m still spillin’.
Heart in the freezer, mind in the ceiling,
Laughing at myself ‘cause I’m my own main villain.
Doctor said “breathe,” I said “bet,” took notes,
Now I hyperventilate on every beat I choke.
I don’t beef, I just season people’s quotes,
Turn a subtweet into a full-length roast.
Walk into therapy like “yo, hit record,”
Tell ‘em all my issues just to mine ‘em for a chorus.
I’m morbid, gorgeous, borderline storage
Unit full of bad ideas, labeled “warning.”
Half halo, half glitch, half lit, do the math wrong,
I’m only calm when everything around me mad wrong.
Cartoon gore in a live-action background,
Laugh track playing when the sky starts blackin’ out.
[Hook]
I’m a cold case, walking, chalk line in a North Face,
Laugh while the world burn slow like a porch vape,
Brain like a morgue with a strobe and a court date,
Smile like, “Hi kids,” then I torch fake.
[Verse 2]
Alter ego in the mirror like, “Tag, you’re it,”
We both swing first, then argue who hit.
I’m the reason every red flag got a playlist,
Dancing in the crime scene tape like I’m weightless.
Teeth like typewriters, click when I’m vexed,
Spittin’ rough drafts of the end of your text.
I don’t send threats, I send *concepts*,
Whole song feel like a jump scare in a headset.
Kids nowadays wanna “manifest peace,”
I’m in the back like, “Cool, but let me rap off-leash.”
Bar so mean it need anger management,
Beat so sick it got visitor passes.
I’m the glitch in the filter, stain on the canvas,
Laugh at the damage then rhyme it in stanzas.
If life’s a joke, I’m the punchline’s landlord,
Evictin’ your comfort, bang on the damn door.
[Bridge – spoken, creepy calm]
Don’t be scared…
If I wanted you gone, you’d be a metaphor already.
[Hook x2]
I’m a cold case, walking, chalk line in a North Face,
Laugh while the world burn slow like a porch vape,
Brain like a morgue with a strobe and a court date,
Smile like, “Hi kids,” then I torch fake.
ColdVerse
