Coldest around, with more quotables
Than what the quota allows
You see a top ten list, I see a Golden Corral, nigga
As the moon jumps over the cow
I contemplate if I should wait to hand over the crown
And stick around for a bit longer, I got a strange type of hunger
The more I eat the more it gets stronger
The more it gets stronger
I said the more it gets stronger
J-hope, Cole World
Every time I walk (Every time I walk)
Every time I run (Every time I run)
Every time I move (Every time I move)
As always, for us (As always, for us)
Every time I look, (Every time I look)