Cold

Yeah, switch the Timbo's back to black

'Cause summer done, summer done

Someone of one of one

I'm so tired of paychecks

Feeling like I'm paid less

I'm so tied up, may stress

Killing time, I say less, say less

A million minds for grave deaths

Drunk and pissed at the world

I'm spilling wine on grey sweats, it's okay

While she wine on grey sweats, it's okay

In my heart she harmless

In my mind is painless

Rain fall like rain checks

It's all under the same umbrella

I'm just a fella whose still on time

After them late texts

She feel the vibe throw me the late text

Even though I hate it though

Even though I hate it though

Yeah

Switch the Timbo's back to black

'Cause summers done summer done

They don't have no fucking questions for me

On the dolo

'Cause they don't want to fucking answers

One on one, one on one

Now you know who man's a'running from

Running from, 'cause bitches think

I'm a handsome one of one, one of one

Seem like everyday the seasons change

In my city it is hot and cold

With me it's not hot or cold

In my heart's a pot of gold

In my hearts a lot of soul

My heart feeling this side effects

My vision is now a kaleidoscope

Precision if I'm out of scope

Decisions gonna hold a lot of hope

And theres a lot of people

Who started to care and now

I'm standing here like I don't know

Yeah, I can make decisions but everybody's affected

I kinda hate the shit, I want everybody protected

I wear this shit like a badge on my sleeve

But it's funny because what I have on my sleeve

Is a fucking IV and Henny is probably injected

Yeah, switch the Timbo's back to black

'Cause summer done, summer done

They don't have no fucking questions for me

On the dolo

'Cause they don't want no fucking answers

One on one, one on one, yeah

Now you know who man's a'running from

Running from, 'cause bitches think

That I'm a handsome one of one, one of one

Hold up, I swear you thought I was dumb

I swear you thought I was finished

I swear you thought I was done

Now you know who man's a'running from

Running from, 'cause bitches think

That I'm a handsome one of one, one of one

Yeah, switch the Timbo's back to black

'Cause summer done, summer done

They don't have no fucking questions for me

On the dolo

'Cause they don't want to fucking answers

One on one, one on one, yeah

Now you know who man's a'running from, running from

Cold on the inside, cold on the outside

Cold on the inside, cold on the outside

Cold on the inside, cold on the outside

Cold on the inside, cold on the outside

'Cause the mic on days long and I'm nice long

Look all life long couldn't help but feel like I lived my life wrong

Big snakes, I'm talking pythons

Give you the run around like pylons

And we talk about practice

Not the game I die for

'Cause there's not the  game I die for

Not really into games drop my name I'm like why, Lord

Why the fuck they acting sly for?

You can tell by disc cover that I'm not really into fame

Yeah, I'm not really into fame

Yeah, I don't give a fuck 'bout retweets

I don't give a fuck 'bout repost

Shit get real they wanna retreat

Then reach out to you like they be close

They can't see I got my feet wet

You must be kidding bitch I'm knee deep

She don't give a fuck about me

But she wanna hit me with that deep throat, yeah

Cold on the outside

Cold on the inside, cold on the outside