Coldest Day in Hell
Coo-coo
Goes the clock
I've got to get moving
Before it stops oh
I can't
Breathe too much
If I slow down
Then they'll catch up
I
Pass by
Green sedans
And flashback too
My neck in your hand
So
Pick up
The pace and run
Before they
Figure out
Where you've gone
Cause you're the
Monster
Living underneath my bed
You're the
Reason
I got these
Doubts inside my head
You're the
Voices screaming
Bitch you should be dead
But It'll
Be the coldest day
In hell before I ever see you again
Woah
Don't let them know
No no no
Woah
On time
My entire life
So how was I late
Finding out what you're like
I've
Been fine
Fighting my own mind
But enough about me
Getting on with my life
You've
Got things
You want to say
So be my guest
Take this shit away
And
Try your best
To save some face
I'd give all that I got
To make you go away
Cause you're the
Monster
Living underneath my bed
You're the
Reason
I've got these
Doubts inside my head
You're the
Voices screaming
Bitch you should be dead
But It'll
Be the coldest day
In hell before I ever see you
Cause you're the
Monster
Living underneath my bed
And you're the
Reason
I've got these
Doubts inside my head
I hear the
Voices screaming
Bitch you should be dead
But I will
Live on in spite of
Everything you've done
You're just the
Monster
Dying underneath my bed
You're the
Reason
I've got no
Doubts inside my head
I hear the
Voices screaming
Bitch you should be dead
But it'll
Be the coldest day in Hell
Before I ever give in again
Woah
Don't let them know
No no no
Woah
Goes the clock
I've got to get moving
Before it stops oh
I can't
Breathe too much
If I slow down
Then they'll catch up
I
Pass by
Green sedans
And flashback too
My neck in your hand
So
Pick up
The pace and run
Before they
Figure out
Where you've gone
Cause you're the
Monster
Living underneath my bed
You're the
Reason
I got these
Doubts inside my head
You're the
Voices screaming
Bitch you should be dead
But It'll
Be the coldest day
In hell before I ever see you again
Woah
Don't let them know
No no no
Woah
On time
My entire life
So how was I late
Finding out what you're like
I've
Been fine
Fighting my own mind
But enough about me
Getting on with my life
You've
Got things
You want to say
So be my guest
Take this shit away
And
Try your best
To save some face
I'd give all that I got
To make you go away
Cause you're the
Monster
Living underneath my bed
You're the
Reason
I've got these
Doubts inside my head
You're the
Voices screaming
Bitch you should be dead
But It'll
Be the coldest day
In hell before I ever see you
Cause you're the
Monster
Living underneath my bed
And you're the
Reason
I've got these
Doubts inside my head
I hear the
Voices screaming
Bitch you should be dead
But I will
Live on in spite of
Everything you've done
You're just the
Monster
Dying underneath my bed
You're the
Reason
I've got no
Doubts inside my head
I hear the
Voices screaming
Bitch you should be dead
But it'll
Be the coldest day in Hell
Before I ever give in again
Woah
Don't let them know
No no no
Woah
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Writer(s): Emory Jones
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