Sweaters
Yo, I ain't here for the money, I ain't here for the fame
Though it might be nice to own a jet plane
I'ma do it all for you, come along and see it's true
But the road is pretty cold, you might need a sweater too
I'ma put it right on ya, kid from California
Tryna make it in life, the school that never taught ya
Dreams of my own, i've been working from home
I can do it on my own, but sometimes it gets cold, like
It's too cold for you here and now, to let me
'Cause it's cold outside and I don't know why (hold)
Your hands in the holes of my sweater
(I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life)
Nothing's what it seems, got a pocket full of dreams
In the world about to freeze, so enjoy the warm breeze
(You here and now, let me)
Hold your hands in the holes of my sweater
(I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life)
There's nothin' I want more, nothin' else I wanna see
They grab a mic, get in the stage and kill it on the scene
Perseverin' for my team, so they can acquire cream
Find out what the works pays off really mean
Breathin' life to a dream, my peers wouldn't believe
But I'm running out of breath and I forgot how to breathe
It's been colder than ever, nothin' like I remember
Like spring is the winter and every day is like December
So, bring out your coats, bring out your sweaters
There's no tellin' when this weather is gonna get better
'Cause I remember the moments when I was thought as a joke
Now they givin' me handshakes, sayin' it was a joke
But I ain't jokin' around, I'm tryna give you all hope
But you could do it if you wanted, man, you drive your own road
Yeah, a notebook full of raps by the end of every class
Yeah, it's my formula for life, not the formula to math, like
It's too cold for you here and now, to let me
'Cause it's cold outside and I don't know why (hold)
Your hands in the holes of my sweater
(I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life)
Nothing's what it seems, got a pocket full of dreams
In the world about to freeze, so enjoy the warm breeze
(You here and now, let me)
Hold your hands in the holes of my sweater
(I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life)
It's too cold, it's too cold
The holes in my sweater
Though it might be nice to own a jet plane
I'ma do it all for you, come along and see it's true
But the road is pretty cold, you might need a sweater too
I'ma put it right on ya, kid from California
Tryna make it in life, the school that never taught ya
Dreams of my own, i've been working from home
I can do it on my own, but sometimes it gets cold, like
It's too cold for you here and now, to let me
'Cause it's cold outside and I don't know why (hold)
Your hands in the holes of my sweater
(I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life)
Nothing's what it seems, got a pocket full of dreams
In the world about to freeze, so enjoy the warm breeze
(You here and now, let me)
Hold your hands in the holes of my sweater
(I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life)
There's nothin' I want more, nothin' else I wanna see
They grab a mic, get in the stage and kill it on the scene
Perseverin' for my team, so they can acquire cream
Find out what the works pays off really mean
Breathin' life to a dream, my peers wouldn't believe
But I'm running out of breath and I forgot how to breathe
It's been colder than ever, nothin' like I remember
Like spring is the winter and every day is like December
So, bring out your coats, bring out your sweaters
There's no tellin' when this weather is gonna get better
'Cause I remember the moments when I was thought as a joke
Now they givin' me handshakes, sayin' it was a joke
But I ain't jokin' around, I'm tryna give you all hope
But you could do it if you wanted, man, you drive your own road
Yeah, a notebook full of raps by the end of every class
Yeah, it's my formula for life, not the formula to math, like
It's too cold for you here and now, to let me
'Cause it's cold outside and I don't know why (hold)
Your hands in the holes of my sweater
(I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life)
Nothing's what it seems, got a pocket full of dreams
In the world about to freeze, so enjoy the warm breeze
(You here and now, let me)
Hold your hands in the holes of my sweater
(I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life)
It's too cold, it's too cold
The holes in my sweater
Credits
Writer(s): Peter St. James, Jerry Yeh, Mikael Klavius, Simon Cowles
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