Way Too Cold
Kanye West · Other Songs - Kanye West
[Hook]
Can't a young n*gga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad b*tch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
[Verse 1]
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik
I told you ma'f*ckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day, to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it
I'm from where shorties f*cked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid
And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!
[Bridge]
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the f*ck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrassed you
[Hook]
Can't a young n*gga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad b*tch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
[Verse 2]
And the whole industry want to f*ck your old chick
Only n*gga I got respect for is Wiz
And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
Around the same time she had fell in love with him
Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang
Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team
La Familia, Roc Nation
We in the building, we still keep it basement
[Bridge]
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the f*ck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
B*tch-ass n*ggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest'
[Hook]
Can't a young n*gga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad b*tch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no...
Don't talk to me 'bout style, n*gga, I'll ma'f*ckin' embarrass you
Talkin' 'bout clothes, I'll ma'f*ckin' embarrass you
Hollin' 'bout some hoes, I'll ma'f*ckin' embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu
Can't a young n*gga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad b*tch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
[Verse 1]
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik
I told you ma'f*ckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day, to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it
I'm from where shorties f*cked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid
And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!
[Bridge]
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the f*ck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrassed you
[Hook]
Can't a young n*gga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad b*tch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
[Verse 2]
And the whole industry want to f*ck your old chick
Only n*gga I got respect for is Wiz
And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
Around the same time she had fell in love with him
Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang
Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team
La Familia, Roc Nation
We in the building, we still keep it basement
[Bridge]
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the f*ck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
B*tch-ass n*ggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest'
[Hook]
Can't a young n*gga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad b*tch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no...
Don't talk to me 'bout style, n*gga, I'll ma'f*ckin' embarrass you
Talkin' 'bout clothes, I'll ma'f*ckin' embarrass you
Hollin' 'bout some hoes, I'll ma'f*ckin' embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu
Way Too Cold
Kanye West's 'Way Too Cold' stands as a distinct song in his expansive discography, reflecting his signature blend of hip-hop and electronic experimentation. The track exemplifies the artist's ability to craft atmospheric soundscapes that prioritize mood and texture over traditional verse structures. Produced with a focus on cold, synthetic tones, the recording captures a specific moment in West's evolution toward more abstract and avant-garde sonic territories. While often associated with the broader context of his mid-2000s work, the song remains a testament to his ongoing commitment to pushing the boundaries of popular music through innovative production techniques and introspective lyrical themes.