Aye

Cold

Cold

Cold

Cold

My lungs paint black

I made this mess

You waged this war

You made your bed

Hey

I hate to hate you

Love

I love to see it

Cold

Cold

Cold

Cold

Cold

So cold

Cold

So cold

Wasted summer on a bag

Now I ain't got nothin' but that

I got people in my corner tryin' to block me from my path

It don't matter, cause I got this shit on lock and that's a fact

And we badder than these hos, that's my wife, that's my slut

(I'mma) I'mma get everything I came for

You sad that you ain't winnin, you should play more

I'm rockin' rain boots, this ain't no rain forest

Now you see me blowin' up, like a claymore

(I'mma) I'mma get everything I came for

'Cause my momma need a house that's far away for her

Ask a pussy where he stay at, 'cause I'm made for it

We could run it any day, in fact, I'm waiting for it

I'mma get, I'mma get, (I'mma I'mma) I'mma get

I'mma get, I'mma get, (I'mma I'mma) I'mma get

I'mma get, I'mma get, (I'mma I'mma) I'mma get

I'mma get, I'mma get, (I'mma I'mma) I'mma get

I'mma get everything I came for

I'mma get everything I came for

I'mma get everything I came for

I'mma get everything I came for