Lyrics:
is gone
You either stand or fall, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I blow my hand
It's a cold, cold world but I overstand
Tryin' to stay focused
live with it so I gotta die by it
Watch out when the imps speakin' cold talkin' stupid
Watch out when the imps speakin' cold talkin' stupid
Watch
Sometimes I wonder, what went wrong, you know
I don't know, perhaps, its just, cold world. cold world indeed
Every time, every time, every time
Every
It's a change in plans
I know you got hella niggas tryna make you dance
Working on the weekday by the weekend only fans
Working working working
Up all night can't get no sleep
Fell a hundred time but I got right back on my feet
No handouts got to do it by yourself
Can't lose concentration
that O.T
And then we go get deep
Party through the weekend
Man I'll probably never sleep
I got a chick in my truck
My truck's muddy as fuck
And I'm
take years
If I get buzz
Touch ears It's light speed I'm gone
I get on stay on Ride bullshit
I grab life by the horns
I can't afford to slip
If I fall I
other way, thank God I was born and raised
Down there where the street ends and the creek bends
Weekends, we'd spend our money on
Cold beers from
Everytime you tell me you wanted me
I got to turn it up a hundred ten degrees
Got cold feet, cold feet
I was the one who wanted more from the very start
Said
Cold feet, unpredictable
Tell you in the morning I've been waiting for
You
Nah nah
Waiting for you
Nah nah
I've been waiting for you
Nah nah nah nah
of each other
Lean my head on your shoulder
Weekends were made for you and me
Two months went by too fast
How I hope this will last
Broken curfews, moonlit
to come by and I'll
Step into the right light
In the dark times
Feeling in a cold rush and a cold sweat
I will be coming by
Better in your arms,
weekends, tryna headline both weekends
Leave my niggas, y'all sheepin', I keep the world in my hands
I know accounts should be deleted, I know some niggas
And I’m on what degree
So cold on no degrees
Chain feeling like overseas
I get a bag every weekend
Fucking up her deep end
Been in shawty ovaries
I
Let's Go Now
Move A Lil Sumthin' Sumthin'
Get Up And
Move A Lil Sumthin' Sumthin'
Everybody Jus
Move A Lil Sumthin' Sumthin'
(Get Up Off Ya Feet!
Get
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
myself)
But I don't wanna get trampled by your cold feet
You stay to say the things you say
A long embrace, you walk away
And now my eyes are full
you say you have to drop by at a friend’s
And you phone home later and apologise
For having to stay there week-end ...
I’m sure you lie to me
How could
Graduated from school working on her degree
Turn up on weekends but work through the week
Love to smoke hookah sometimes hit the weed
Mimosas
inside me screams out
I'm chained to this bed while my mind races around
As the hours tick by I put a hold on my dreams
Creating new numbers to keep track
(hey), hey (hey), hey, hey
Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Hey, rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me
a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me up my favorite treat
Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me
sunk through the earth
And believe how slow
Sun wasn't out for all week
And the weekend just said
There's just none to show
And I barely can
A king here music world at my own feet
Dealing with the mainstream thank the lord daily
I'm sincere and I've been from the start
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