Lyrics:
of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips, style
You shockin' it, you a rock it, you a kill it
I'm coming over
Coming, coming, listen girl
I'm whispering words over your shoulder
Oooh can't you hear
Before you reply the temperature rise
hear it again today
You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blowin' a fuse
My hearts beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
Roll
the furnace sacrificial to your beast!
Temperatures increase, searing my skin!
Start to realize I'm the last of my kin!
Anger, devastation in the furnace
on and listen to me
I'm givin' you a chance
To break from the rhythm, the city
So take me by the hand
I ain't hidin', I'd fight for you and I then
To be your soul
WINTER AWHILE
Music & Lyrics by Robert Hicks ©2022
If you want a cool break by a frosty lake
Then I'm the guy you'll want to see
For a ride up
They call it that Jersey bounce
A rhythm that really counts
The temperature always mounts
Wherever they play, the funny rhythm they play
It
who I am without coloring outside of the lines
Facts I'm rare by design
Facts My Frequency's high
Facts they copy the vibe
Facts they can't not deny
"Friday, December the twenty second, 1911. Camp 44, about seven thousand one hundred feet
Temperature, minus one. Barometer, twenty two point three
Well it was just two years ago,
I met a girl in San Fransisco
Took her by the hand and I trapped her love.
And it was then that I could see.
Just
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
I can't get lost 'cause I can navigate by stars
I can build you a lean-to
Keep you warm and dry till dawn
What's the cost?
Of trying to find
the microphone
Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out
Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come by
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
the temperature
Your back keeps on folding
Your voice is exciting
My heart's violent beating
Your legs can't stop trembling
Heavy breath
Dizzy head
And yet
Cold sweats
Temperature's rising
Don't open the package
It's filled with despair
I open a package I have just received
Coming straight from
down to hypothermic temperatures
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Got some plaques on a couple of your tracks son
but
be alone with you
I feel your body heat when you're close by
There's something there I just can't deny
The temperature's rising and so am I
I wanna be
Sights set high to something greater than ever imagined
The shackles of my mind have turned to dust
My blood boils as the temperature continues to rise
It's hot in here
Can you feel the heat
The boys are restless
Soon be fighting in the street
The temperature's high
And rising fast
It's hard to know
temperature rise
Reach for the sky and say
Live life with meaning
And take it all the way
You've got to
Show that you're strong enough
To take it all the way
When it's Cold Outside
When it's Cold Outside
When it's Cold Outside
When it's Cold Outside
The temperature less
These niggas grow lesser off
the people walk by
That look in their eye
Temperature’s dropping and
Everyone’s shopping for their holiday time
All down the line
Charlie can’t feel his toes
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