Cold On the Inside
Dead inna outside but I'm cold inna inside
I told you one too many times you shouldn't of lied
You went behind my back I thought you was down to ride
But why did you let me go
Left me stranded in the rain left me sooo cold
And I never took you out because we was fuckin on the down low
And I never letting you take my soul
Pop two percs now im outta my zone
Fuck them n*ggas that did you wrong
Where you been it's been too long
Ion fuck wit you don't call my phone
So come hold me tight
Been blinded by your love like a fucking sunlight
Helped you through the worse but it never went right
Off these pills now I'm higher than a kite
And you left me with a dead soul
But fuck you bitch you left me
Dead inna outside but I'm cold inna inside
I told you one too many times you shouldn't of lied
You went behind my back I thought you was down to ride
Rollin off these drugs now I'm tryna over dose
Pull up to the scene all white looking like a ghost
Fuck the fake tryna keep all the realest close
Just a habit of mine just kicking doors
I wish I was dead
Dead inna outside but I'm cold inna inside
I told you one too many times you shouldn't of lied
You went behind my back I thought you was down to ride
I told you one too many times you shouldn't of lied
You went behind my back I thought you was down to ride
But why did you let me go
Left me stranded in the rain left me sooo cold
And I never took you out because we was fuckin on the down low
And I never letting you take my soul
Pop two percs now im outta my zone
Fuck them n*ggas that did you wrong
Where you been it's been too long
Ion fuck wit you don't call my phone
So come hold me tight
Been blinded by your love like a fucking sunlight
Helped you through the worse but it never went right
Off these pills now I'm higher than a kite
And you left me with a dead soul
But fuck you bitch you left me
Dead inna outside but I'm cold inna inside
I told you one too many times you shouldn't of lied
You went behind my back I thought you was down to ride
Rollin off these drugs now I'm tryna over dose
Pull up to the scene all white looking like a ghost
Fuck the fake tryna keep all the realest close
Just a habit of mine just kicking doors
I wish I was dead
Dead inna outside but I'm cold inna inside
I told you one too many times you shouldn't of lied
You went behind my back I thought you was down to ride
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Writer(s): Marquis Clements
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