So Hot/So Cold ft. Nitty Scott Lyrics

She makes me think things th-th-things that I want to th-think

Like blink blink

She responded to my text with a wink

And I got less sense to give

Then I'm sensitive

So I stress the best kid is the next to live for her

More or less I'm impressed there is

A living woman in the world who ain't moraless

But a door hits

Closed when I get too close

So my throat gets confo'd

And my words no spoke up

Roadblock, she guarded

Trust not, she parted

From me, dummy

She thought of excuses never to love me

Plus I'm young and she questions maturity, Resident fits

Somewhere left of adulthood a little toward adolescence

Beautiful is her presence

Making me lose my balance

She can keep walking from me but

Man, I love a challenge

Shame shame

She in with a lame, lame

Fa sho

Never could be the same do the rest compare, no

She's so hot, so cold

I'm lost in her tone

Talks on the phone turn to walks alone

I toss and turn upon this bed concerned

That she and I baby, could never work

She's so hot, so cold

I'm lost in her tone

Talks on the phone turn to walks alone

I toss and turn upon this bed concerned

That she and I baby

And so I keep tryin tr-tr-tryin

To pursue her with interest

Might, stutter a line with enough p-p-persistence

Put her head on my shoulder

My girl in that instance

Then she back to the same bit, speaking resistance

Okay, see the play-by-play

Wearing heels they black stem

To match them

Legs they stack them

Top torso more so to trash compact them

Too much junk in the back end

Must relax then

Back when

Her hair wasn't brown

It black then

Light complected

Yet baby is black-skinned

I'm so caught up but she won't throw back

Because her issues with trust they deflect my tactics

Crass girl, so skeptic of this romantic

Baby just think it over, I can't be branded

Lame, lame, when really the game, game

Fa sho

Never could be the same

Do the rest compare

No

She's so hot, so cold

I'm lost in her tone

Talks on the phone turn to walks alone

I toss and turn upon this bed concerned

That she and I baby, could never work

She's so hot, so cold

I'm lost in her tone

Talks on the phone turn to walks alone

I toss and turn upon this bed concerned

That she and I baby

You know, you need to make your mind up, make your mind up

Make your mind up, make your mind up

Make your mind up, make your mind up

Change it, confused

Baby girl, that's what you do

You need to make your mind up, make your mind up

Make your mind up, make your mind up

Make your mind up, make your mind up

Change it, confused

Baby girl, that's what you do

Okay, you spend a lot of lines, lots of rhymes to remind us

That this is all because I wasn't making my mind up

Well hold your narrative, baby boy, cuz your time's up

Don't act like you wasn't playing and getting me psyched up

Talking about you too good to be true

Had me wondering who's been loving you

If you play me once, then it's shame on you

But if you flame me twice, well now it's my fault too

And I ain't trying to be to blame for my own pain

Don't want to play fair if you rigging the whole game

I told you I was with it, ready and stimulated

Them shots was in the dark, but still I reciprocated

I see how you reserve what you got in your reserves

I know you thinking that any minute I might curve

Dang

I guess you just protecting yourself

But you can keep it all lukewarm for someone else

He's so hot, so cold

I'm lost in his tone

Talks on the phone turn to walks alone

I toss and turn upon this bed concerned

That he and I baby, could never work

He's so hot, so cold

I'm lost in his tone

Talks on the phone turn to walks alone

I toss and turn upon this bed concerned

That he and I baby could never work

Yeah

Rhymer/Educator

Nitty Scott, MC

Come on