歌詞
[Verse 1]
Rain on the chain link
Mud on the soles
Same four walls
Same story told
Mama left soup
On the stove too long
I was outside
Trying to act strong
Blue on the corner
Red in the rear
I learned real quick
Who disappears
Phone on six percent
Patience on none
I keep my face still
Till the work get done
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t call me back
If you ain’t real
Don’t hold my hand
If you can’t feel
I been low
I been bent
I been counting
Every dent
[Chorus]
Cold chain, cold chain
I been running in pain (cold chain)
Cold chain, cold chain
Same dark, different name
Cold chain, cold chain
You can hear when I move (cold chain)
Cold chain, cold chain
I got nothing to prove
[Verse 2]
Door got kicked
Now the frame lean left
I was halfway gone
Still taking my breath
Corner store glare
On a busted glass pane
Seen my old crew
Turn to smoke in the rain
They talk like kings
When the week feel nice
But the rent come due
And the mask won’t hide
I keep one eye up
And one eye shut
’Cause trust got teeth
And it bites too much
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t call me back
If you ain’t real
Don’t hold my hand
If you can’t feel
I been low
I been bent
I been counting
Every dent
[Chorus]
Cold chain, cold chain
I been running in pain (cold chain)
Cold chain, cold chain
Same dark, different name
Cold chain, cold chain
You can hear when I move (cold chain)
Cold chain, cold chain
I got nothing to prove
[Bridge]
If I go quiet
That mean I’m near
If I look away
That mean fear
I seen good men
Fold to dust
I seen bad luck
Turn to trust
[Chorus]
Cold chain, cold chain
I been running in pain (cold chain)
Cold chain, cold chain
Same dark, different name
Cold chain, cold chain
You can hear when I move (cold chain)
Cold chain, cold chain
I got nothing to prove
音楽のスタイル
Dark trap and drill with a half-time bounce, sliding 808s, skittering hi-hats, and stark minor-key piano stabs; verse rides sparse drums and sub pressure, pre-chorus tightens with rising hats and a filtered bell motif, chorus lands with doubled lead and gang ad-libs on the anchor. Short vocal throws on the last word of each hook, tape-stop transitions, cold air risers, and a wide, punchy low end with gritty close-mic vocals., sad, drill