Cold

I live in my head, sleep when I'm dead

Kingliest bed, think Egyptian threads

Christian virtues, thoughts encircle

Seeing them possessed

Missing curfews in their purview

So they chase a check

Just like I rub my eye

Running basic tests

In the night, driving home feeling so alone

Heat on blast, foot on gas, chilling to the bone

Checking on my order as I sing this song

7 years in Florida: how'd I get this cold?

Cold, Cold, Cold

Cold, Cold, Cold

Cold, Cold, Cold

Cold, Cold, Cold

Being honest, I drive in a furnace when the heat's working

Bring August, warming up my surface so I feel certain

Indulgence, got me texting Yassy just to feel something

Impulsive, she look like a stallion, lemme git on it

In Public-

I'mma shell up all myself

Only show the good so you think that I am well

Only tell my Dell, see I'm walking in a cell

Golden handcuffs keep me trapped up in this well

So I spend and spend, make heaven out of hell

When I met Yassy, she was wanting out of jail

So she trick trick, since the age of sixteen

Giving **** licorice, now she wanna lick me

Like I'm on a hitlist

Cold, Cold, Cold (Like I'm on a hitlist)

Cold, Cold, Cold (Can't be on no hitlist)

Cold, Cold, Cold (Like I'm on a hitlist)

Cold, Cold, Cold (Can't be on no hitlist)