Letras de Cold Steal de Kristeen Young
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Hands up, you're forced to kneel and hand over your life's yield.
If they can take it, you don't own it, baby.
Now you feel like cold steel.
All your light and fight will now be nothing.
Away, from today, let's steal.
Move fast, hit hard, feel real.
This cat creeps as you sleep and burgles beggars' feet.
Indiscreetly, in dead heat, subtracts elite heartbeats.
Life's not taken if it's borrowed, baby.
You wanna feel my cold steal?
I'll take you now and save you years of slavery.
Run away, have your say when you end.
Hip to hip, and hard kissed, I'll slip it in.
Big deal, cold steal
Start with pets from moms or pops from babies.
'Cause when you're sealed in cold steel
You'll quickly turn to dust just like the memory of you.
All your dreams, and private things you've concealed:
Lovers' notes, career growth; and open meal.