Cold Hands
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v1
@ Amurru Immaru
2026-06-03 16:24:10
Lyrics
Not technically breathing, but I’m living the high
I’m back, I’m back
Yeah, I’m back tonight
If the ground wants me, let it wait
I got one more grin to outrun fate
Cold hands, warm plans
I still got fire in my stance
Verse 1
Cracked screen still glows when the headlights sweep
Last text from you timestamped the night the rain learned to speak
Kept every shard, let the fracture remind who stayed when the levee broke
Who dipped when the floor got slick and the power gave its final choke
Matte black Model X, yolk wheel, glides through the block at night
Pulls up quiet so the day ones don’t clock I’m home from the fight
The Row on my back, no tag, just the cut of the cloth that you feel
When the one they all doubted now pays every bill
Sent twenty-three hundred at 3:11 labeled “studio rent”
First month in the spot where my mama don’t know where the money went
City’s just a name on a check that came from a kid who used to sleep
In the trap with the leak, wet clothes on the line, cold Uber to dreams that never beeped
Still showed up smiling, still carried the pack through the storm
Now the same rain that soaked me owns every street I walk
Pre-Hook
Still hear the rain like it’s calling my name
I let it talk, I don’t answer the same
Heart on DND, safe on the plane
They text “where you at?”—I’m up with the pain
Hook
Still hear the rain like it’s calling my name
I let it talk, I don’t answer the same
Heart on DND, safe on the plane
They text “where you at?”—I’m up with the pain
Verse 2
They laughed when the lights cut, now they DM the line they swore they’d erase
I keep every “we should link” in the notes, timestamped right after the check hit the safe
Trust nobody around me—even the ones that I feed, even the ones with the keys
Paranoia got a seat, eats what I make, watches every plate when the fork meets the steak
They doubted the nights I was grinding with nothing to show
Now they act like they knew when the rain started to glow
I remember the faces, I remember the tone
I remember who answered and who left the phone
Revenge ain’t a plan, it’s the weather I chose
I let it follow the ones who pretended they know
Cold hands on the wheel, warm plans in the trunk
I don’t need to say names, they already feel stuck
Pre-Hook
Still hear the rain like it’s calling my name
I let it talk, I don’t answer the same
Heart on DND, safe on the plane
They text “where you at?”—I’m up with the pain
Hook
Still hear the rain like it’s calling my name
I let it talk, I don’t answer the same
Heart on DND, safe on the plane
They text “where you at?”—I’m up with the pain
Verse 3
No days off, just the hum of the tires on wet road
I don’t post, I don’t boast, I just let the weight show
In the way that I move, in the quiet I keep
In the distance I put between me and the ones still asleep
Fake friends turned to ghosts when the money got real
Now
I’m back, I’m back
Yeah, I’m back tonight
If the ground wants me, let it wait
I got one more grin to outrun fate
Cold hands, warm plans
I still got fire in my stance
Verse 1
Cracked screen still glows when the headlights sweep
Last text from you timestamped the night the rain learned to speak
Kept every shard, let the fracture remind who stayed when the levee broke
Who dipped when the floor got slick and the power gave its final choke
Matte black Model X, yolk wheel, glides through the block at night
Pulls up quiet so the day ones don’t clock I’m home from the fight
The Row on my back, no tag, just the cut of the cloth that you feel
When the one they all doubted now pays every bill
Sent twenty-three hundred at 3:11 labeled “studio rent”
First month in the spot where my mama don’t know where the money went
City’s just a name on a check that came from a kid who used to sleep
In the trap with the leak, wet clothes on the line, cold Uber to dreams that never beeped
Still showed up smiling, still carried the pack through the storm
Now the same rain that soaked me owns every street I walk
Pre-Hook
Still hear the rain like it’s calling my name
I let it talk, I don’t answer the same
Heart on DND, safe on the plane
They text “where you at?”—I’m up with the pain
Hook
Still hear the rain like it’s calling my name
I let it talk, I don’t answer the same
Heart on DND, safe on the plane
They text “where you at?”—I’m up with the pain
Verse 2
They laughed when the lights cut, now they DM the line they swore they’d erase
I keep every “we should link” in the notes, timestamped right after the check hit the safe
Trust nobody around me—even the ones that I feed, even the ones with the keys
Paranoia got a seat, eats what I make, watches every plate when the fork meets the steak
They doubted the nights I was grinding with nothing to show
Now they act like they knew when the rain started to glow
I remember the faces, I remember the tone
I remember who answered and who left the phone
Revenge ain’t a plan, it’s the weather I chose
I let it follow the ones who pretended they know
Cold hands on the wheel, warm plans in the trunk
I don’t need to say names, they already feel stuck
Pre-Hook
Still hear the rain like it’s calling my name
I let it talk, I don’t answer the same
Heart on DND, safe on the plane
They text “where you at?”—I’m up with the pain
Hook
Still hear the rain like it’s calling my name
I let it talk, I don’t answer the same
Heart on DND, safe on the plane
They text “where you at?”—I’m up with the pain
Verse 3
No days off, just the hum of the tires on wet road
I don’t post, I don’t boast, I just let the weight show
In the way that I move, in the quiet I keep
In the distance I put between me and the ones still asleep
Fake friends turned to ghosts when the money got real
Now
Style of Music
Trap, Hip Hop, Soul, Country, Dark, Cinematic, Melancholic, Choir, Harmonized Vocals, Singing-Rapping (Melodic Rap), Whispered Vocals, Male Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Flute, Piano, Steel Guitar, Ukulele, Violin, Bass, Drums, Mandolin, Keyboard, Fast (120-168 BPM), Party, Female Vocals, Chanting