Cold Lyrics

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Every day outside, it keep getting cold

They more and more mad cause they losing control

Why they hating on me everyday I'ma roll

You're losing your grip, need to get a hold

They move backwards, no training at home

Rolling big backwoods when I feel alone

A real lightweight drunk, two shots of Patron

Iam the queen need to crown me on throne , im breaking the barrier beyond the dome

Need to stand in your place just like a gnome

Might pop out in some pants that's chrome

Might got a sweater long like Rick Owen

Telling me this, I'm already knowing

I can't enn explain the way that I'm flowing

This a one seater boat two can not row in

Clocked in the booth, im finna go in

Every day outside, it keep getting cold

They more and more mad cause they losing control

Why they hating on me everyday I'ma roll

You're losing your grip, need to get a hold

They move backwards, no training at home

Rolling big backwoods when I feel alone

Two shots of Patron