The Cold

Devil in designer she want my soul
Got they hands out same old same old
Lost and alone down the same road
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold
Wise man once said not all that glitters is gold
Pay no mind to the stones they throw
Friends I can't call talking to the headstone
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold

Devil in designer she want my soul
Got they hands out same old same old
Lost and alone down the same road
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold
Wise man once said not all that glitters is gold
Pay no mind to the stones they throw
Friends I can't call talking to the headstone
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold

Hand on the wheel
Needle in the red
Shorty by my side
Yeah she ten outta ten
Devil in a versace red dress
Yeah you are what you attract
Yeah you know I guess
Yeah
Liqour in my liver mind full of regrets
Writing down these songs full of things I never said
Living on my own
Burned every bridge
People gone too soon why am I the one that lives
Praying for the answers
Live a life of sin
Time waits for no man
Tryna get something that don't exist
Like fuck is this
Yeah I'm tryna kill the pain this the price I pay to live
Like woah
Devil in designer she want my soul
Got they hands out same old same old
Lost and alone down the same road
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold
Wise man once said not all that glitters is gold
Pay no mind to the stones they throw
Friends I can't call talking to the headstone
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold

32 below
Chiseled from the stone
Cut like the winter wind blows to the bone
Like the king lives and dies for the throne
Yeah you know I would gladly give my life for my own
Yeah yeah
Hunnit on the dash
Up every night
Sleep deprived
Yeah I'll sleep when I die
Tank on E
Mind feeling fried
Knock me down but you know still I rise
Do or do not there is no try
Do or die yeah you know this my life
Do this for my homies told me too many times
Fuck the rumors
Fuck the lies
Shoot for the sky
Yeah

Devil in designer she want my soul
Got they hands out same old same old
Lost and alone down the same road
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold
Wise man once said not all that glitters is gold
Pay no mind to the stones they throw
Friends I can't call talking to the headstone
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold

Devil in designer she want my soul
Got they hands out same old same old
Lost and alone down the same road
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold
Wise man once said not all that glitters is gold
Pay no mind to the stones they throw
Friends I can't call talking to the headstone
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold

Devil in designer she want my soul
Got they hands out same old same old
Lost and alone down the same road
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold
Wise man once said not all that glitters is gold
Pay no mind to the stones they throw
Friends I can't call talking to the headstone
Why this life it made me cold
Why it made me cold



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