Lyrics:
say it’s a bluff but you won’t raise a hand
You think I’m D12 by the size of my bands
God damn yo feet cold
Put some socks on
Shit
Finna make yo ass go
(No country music was harmed in the making of this song
This is only a test)
Well, I wish I had some shoes
On my two bare feet
And it's getting
At 18, it all started as a dream
Making music in my bedroom, boy I wouldn't go to sleep
I was driven, motivated, hustling by any means
Trapped myself
you made of
Will you ride with me till the day comes
We just waitin' till the week ends
But everyday is the weekend
Livin' like everyday is the weekend
I might have dove off in the deep end
Might not come back up this season
I been working heavy through the weekend
Settle down with this good tree
blinded
By the lazers
Pain kill my head
Bring me back from the dead
Pick up ya feet
Rush to the street and do it all again
Oh pick me up I'm ready for
Had to get my money up by the weekend
Posted up in the stu with the Reese's
Break a clingy bitch off like a Kit Kat
All she wanna do is drag me
that (bout that)
Spend a 10 put a comma by that (by that)
I smell like Creed (like Creed)
Dior my feet (my feet)
Designer fiend
Addicted to fashion I
pow, pow)
I think I'll pick him off and just knock him out
Imma save myself and imma rock it out
He talking too much he won't pop it out
He got cold feet
I think I fell for you
A weekend and I fell for conversations and non-talking
You showed me love that wasn’t real
A love for a weekend
Let us close
the table with suicide
Is it the coffee cup we overfill and let scorch our feet
Is it the abyss we swallow down after we get paid
The sacrifice of oneself
man, I don't need you at all
You need me
And all I want in this cold world is to make music and use it
Not to abuse it and get affected, infected
gold between divide us
Hands and feet are all alike
But fear between divide us
All slip away
There was a window and by it stood
A mirror in which
what it felt like to be loved
By a boy who was just too old
Who run off drinking with his friends
Who would not wake up till next weekend
We would
out the window to stop thinking
Abstract, confess, rewind, midnight, ten lines, sunshine
We riding, tomorrow we uprisin'
By the weekend we be jivin'
needed the shoes
Am hella broke hot but am still cold
Broke hot but am still cold
Am hella broke hot but am still cold
Broke hot but am still cold
call I see you creepin'
Look down, fall asleep until the weekend
Cold feet got me stepping on the hot sand
Want it all, but fear what the cost is
Look up
I hate myself
I swear you handing me the rope so I can hang myself
Cold feet in the water drowning out
If you push me to the edge i'm supposed to fall
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even
where the blood runs deep
And the sun beats down on the
Hands and feet of the
Haitian slaves and the days repeat so it's
One more time tell 'em
One more
HOOK
Cold
(cold)
Yeah ya know it’s getting cold
(yeah they know)
Can’t waste no time we getting old yeah
(waste no time yeah)
Keep on trapping
up
It's late
Oh
Honey, it's late
Oh
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
up
It's late
Oh
Honey, it's late
Oh
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
and I start to comb my hair
I better get it right because you know that I care
Six buttons down, the gators on my feet
Lookin' like this, I'm hard
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