COLD PLUNGE Lyrics

Oh Father

Oh Baby

Oh Mama

Together we make a lot of drama

I can't do a thing about it because I'm fucking ten

All I know is blonde hair, brown skin

Boy, about to win

When hit the strip, blunt in the wind

All I see is people around me struggling

That's I roll my window up, I'm in a Benz

Bitch I can't kiss yuh

Don't know where you been

I'm your Freddy Krueger nightmare so you best to get familiar

Smoking on that sinsemilla me and dude not so similar

If I may go beg my pardon, ain't no bitches out to get yuh

Homie go ahead drink that liquor

Blowing through your skrilla

Chasing after killers, bottle girls the real hitters

Man I love my baby she a real one she ain't no quitter

She do that arch and then I blow her back to smithers

It's just me, I tell the weather

I think I'm funny, I think I'm clever

She try to tell me that I'm not, but I don't let her

I come over time again and drop the letter

Yeah and hell be frozen I don't care make that shit a little colder

I've been living better on this side and you can't come over

Yeah, Mr. Wrong he not that guy but every year he closer

I've been taking ice baths bitch and this your first exposure