So Cold
When you this low
Feel like winter so cold
I'm tired of your friends
They keep messing up our dance
It's time you take your stance girl
Time you made up your own plans girl
What do you want to do
Watch who you listen to
It's cold in this room
So we cuddle in the moon
We playing under covers
And yes I got us covered
I always bring a rubber
My front end on her bumper
And after this we slumber
Because you just served me supper
You like I'm a dog
But I ain't straying for another
And I just call it being obsessive
But you like that I'm possessive
That's because you a rare collective
Girl tell me where your mind at
Thoughts journey down all the wrong paths
Overthinking calculations like it's math
Show my work
But I can't add what you subtract
Just try me on
I'm a different tint
Take off your old lens
A shady future got you feeling tense
I know where we are just don't make any sense
But when did Faith ever truly did
It's so cold in this room
Netflix asking to resume
'Pollos in your womb
You like First Lady on the moon
Dancing to my tunes
New aroma spread like fumes
I want this until my tomb
Life is coldest without you
Feel like winter so cold
I'm tired of your friends
They keep messing up our dance
It's time you take your stance girl
Time you made up your own plans girl
What do you want to do
Watch who you listen to
It's cold in this room
So we cuddle in the moon
We playing under covers
And yes I got us covered
I always bring a rubber
My front end on her bumper
And after this we slumber
Because you just served me supper
You like I'm a dog
But I ain't straying for another
And I just call it being obsessive
But you like that I'm possessive
That's because you a rare collective
Girl tell me where your mind at
Thoughts journey down all the wrong paths
Overthinking calculations like it's math
Show my work
But I can't add what you subtract
Just try me on
I'm a different tint
Take off your old lens
A shady future got you feeling tense
I know where we are just don't make any sense
But when did Faith ever truly did
It's so cold in this room
Netflix asking to resume
'Pollos in your womb
You like First Lady on the moon
Dancing to my tunes
New aroma spread like fumes
I want this until my tomb
Life is coldest without you
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Writer(s): Travis Allen
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