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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eliy Orcko
Eliy Orcko
Vocals
ArmstrongWW
ArmstrongWW
Vocals
Howden
Howden
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eliyah Crook
Eliyah Crook
Songwriter
Armstrong Orock
Armstrong Orock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eliyah Crook
Eliyah Crook
Mixing Engineer
Rasmas
Rasmas
Producer

Lirik

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
I be that **** that's tweakin' from season to season
Just learn how the legend shit go
Who got they heart in a box with a lock in a lock
With a pass so they switch up the code
Back in my back for a minute just diggin' for purpose
But know how to go on the low
Cryin' inside, but push that aside
So play it out here, go get you some dough
I woke up, wiped my tears with a hundred bills
Hopped outside real quick and I know the deal
Back in five inside just to keep it real
I can't play with shawty, I hate to feel
Been with her and her and I couldn't feel
Missed that last one, cool, then I break the seal
She want more sometimes than a couple mil'
I pull back one time and I grab the Hills leaf
Been through some things that you wouldn't believe
And I don't wanna talk, so I'd rather just dip
Give me some space and a minute to chill
I need peace and some time, keep my name off your lips
I need a vibe and a tribe that'll ride by my side
For the journey I'm on 'cause it's lit
Been in my zone, I'm a loon and a goon
With a trip chillin' off for a hell of a grip
Icebox, baby, icebox, yeah, my heart cold
Still singin' them songs so you can play it out your stereo
When I cut you off, conversations with the radio
When you see me live, all your friends be like, "There he go"
Icebox, baby, icebox, yeah, my heart cold
Still singin' them songs so you can play it out your stereo
When I cut you off, conversations with the radio
When you see me live, all your friends be like, "There he go"
Yeah, I be the **** for real, thoughts from the top of the hill
Cookin' the shit that I feel (You can't even tell me no)
Livin' and dyin' for the thrill, weapons never conceal
In this shit, givin' 'em hell (Bitch, can't tell me no)
Okay (Bitch, can't tell me no)
Alright (You can't even tell me no)
Okay (You can't even tell me no)
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Young man with some deep thoughts
Get the mix right, take that shit on the road
Contemplating what a time when we was
Turnin' stories in a poetic flow
I was shinin', had the sun in my clothes
And how we did it, ****, nobody knows
Carry confidence wherever you go
That's gon' teach you how to straighten your bones
Once was a G that would fly to the throne
Then I grew up turnin' bricks into hoes
Had to bend up like the kid in the loan
No lookin' back, saw the path that was shown
Different cities, ones like Cali and the zone
Used to dream 'bout his thing, now they blow up my phone
Used to move on my heart, now I swear that it's gone
I can see from the start that he knew he was close
Icebox, baby, icebox, yeah, my heart cold
Still singin' them songs so you can play it out your stereo
And when I cut you off, conversations with the radio
When you see me live, all your friends be like, "There he go"
Icebox, bitch, huh
Written by: Armstrong Orock, Eliyah Crook
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