I had my face in my hands like too many times

It was fate in my palms

Nothin feels right I was j escapin the wrongs

Confliction couldn’t even make up ya mind

For the sake of the now I was bankin on flyin

But the wings got clipped in and amidst everything I was hit by bird who could sing w a riff

Let’s link in a bit

In a bind right now

Cuz my ink still drip on the page

When I try to leave to crib in a daze

End up w a spliff on the side of the bed

Pink skies and piff in the air

Little bit of despair

Ring ring go the phone

Money call ring ring now we rich

Spent it all in a week

Then I fall in a beat and co

Let’s go inside

Take my hand

It’s too cold

It’s too cold

Let’s go inside

Take my hand

Let’s go inside

It’s too cold

Little bit too cold on a Monday

Fam home for the holidays but I’m still working like a priest on a Sunday

I still listen to what mom say

Told her boutta blow like Pompeii not one day today

I’ll b home on Tuesday

Andre can’t u just stay

For like five days

I love u but I’m tryna b rich by Friday

Highway downtown BK

Drive to the dj

Pu in the office give a drive to dj

Dip off then high in a pj

We say lotta shit that don’t matter no more

Made a whole song bout it's too cold

But it's summer now

And I like that

Let’s go inside

Take my hand

It’s too cold

It’s too cold

Let’s go inside

Take my hand

Let’s go inside

It’s too cold