Cold Lyrics

Aye

So used to bad days

You know you winning when they watching and got sad faces

She know that access to my love provide an invitation

Fake love and real hate gon' always look the same

Three days in LA I need to get away

I know you mad I'm yo head all you hear is Wayski

Man stop lying to yo people you ain't never changing

You ran it up you got yo bag and left yo dawg hanging

Yeah

They investigating

I been goated since a child I'm a billy baby

If you don't treat yo girl right she coming back stage

This life a gamble I might go and take a trip to Vegas

No need for rushing take time and slow down

Yeah

See you searching for yo shawty but she occupied she going round(round)

This a cold cold world

Get my feet up out the dirt and like a diamond get to shinning

Why you whining?(God damn)

I got a gift I'm young as hell perfect timing(Pipe down)

You remaining by my side keep me from dying

Yeah yeah

Aye

So used to bad days

You know you winning when they watching and got sad faces

She know that access to my love provide an invitation

Fake love and real hate gon' always look the same

Three days in LA I need to get away

I know you mad I'm yo head all you hear is Wayski

Man stop lying to yo people you ain't never changing

You ran it up you got yo bag and left yo dawg hanging

E-way don't stand for Evil

That Letter stand for Equal

Spin again like a sequel

He don't know how to treat you

Come over let me free you

Yeah come over let me come over let me aye

I'm manifesting for them bands

She Calvin Klein she in my pants

And Imma make em' understand they ain't my opps they just my fans

And you better wait yo turn cause you don't get no second chances

In this shit it's stack or starve so imma show em I'm the man

'Cause it's too cold

Oh oh

(Let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater)

Aye

So used to bad days

You know you winning when they watching and got sad faces

She know that access to my love provide an invitation

Fake love and real hate gon' always look the same

Three days in LA I need to get away

I know you mad I'm yo head all you hear is Wayski

Man stop lying to yo people you ain't never changing

You ran it up you got yo bag and left yo dawg hanging

(It's too cold the holes of my sweater)