Lyrics:
mismatched,
Nah, shout out to my women friends,
I owe y'all all my dividends.
I know you wanna run me over
Guess what? You're not gonna (No way!)
Vanish in
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here to die
In the cold
And it
of you, my eyes never shut, won't shut
Nah
Won't close won't close won't close
I'm froze
Really left me sitting out in the cold
Took my heart there ain't no
I'm in a loft downtown, in the clouds
A couple months in it now
Loose ends I keep loosening out
New friends I know nothing about
Spent my money like
intent on being someone
The cold and darkness of the criminal dawn
Wrapped in blankets, gotta keep ourselves warm
A child in the arms of a teenage mum
guess again
Hear a loser out, but I know better than
Ayy, I don't shit, but if I did, I'd use a feather pen
Everything I breathed out cold, like I just
bitch ca(cid)ssidy
She made me use his name in vain and bring out sum false blasphemy
Rotting like a cavity
Falling cuz of gravity
I see her evil
Do not again be burdened by the yoke of slavery
David prophesied of my potential when he prayed for me
A ruler of the work of his hands; dominion's
Maybe Midnight or mid-day
Never early, never late
He gon' stand by what He claimed
Lived enough life to say
I heard your heart
I see your pain
Out in
girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami, too
Clubbing hard, fucking women, there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up
whippin' in that V12
Baby, I'm up
I can't decide what I think is right
Think I'm fallin' then I end up
Goin' ghost again
I think I'm fine
I hurt by design
and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"
(Nigga what?) Make
and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"
(Nigga what?) Make
to peers again fast lane steerin grimm/
Idk what's clear again/
Smokes in the air again/
Once again arrogant/
Distracted by these elephants/
Penthouse is
Part 1: Smoking, drinking & working out
Writing off heartbreak
Walking on broken glass
The velvet up in flames as i make my way to paris
Escape
controlled
That’s how we will be heated by the cold
Heated by the cold
We’d never go back again to our hideout
To catalog everything we’ve
what I was feeling in my heart
It's bleeding out and it's killing me inside
Over and over again I feel dead inside
All the emotions of this pain
Don't
Filling in central sections as a color by number, mayonnaise Edging filigrees, grape-jellied
Baubles by the range-top knobs, chocolate ice cream topping
Guess whose back in the establishment
Reactivated to kick a little ass again
An advocate of Covenant dismantlement
Intergalactic battles? He can
You're having second thoughts
I can tell by the way you look at me
I can tell by what I see
That you no longer believe in me
I'm havin' bad
whole villainous state
Covert in your ways
Tabula rasa your make
True comes round your dash
Had to cut the fake out there's way too much plastic
Too cold
Discuss these out in the cold again by frankie lymon Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In