THE COLDEST WINTER ft. Bill Waves Lyrics

The coldest part of winter 2011 should've froze my heart, close but no cigar

On Niagara Street and the Boulevard

Looking out the window could've jumped right off

If it wasn't for my baby girl Delilah, and she was just my dog

But she walked in the snow with me everyday to the corner store with salt in her paws

I was sweeping the floor at Timebomb, all my friends were out gone on tour

I'm back at home sniffing pills off the desk with ten pounds in the drawer

A dark cloud over my bedroom door

I never knew it would be this hard

And maybe I could've stopped, but all I ever wanted was to be comfortably numb

I didn't want to have to feel another emotion again under the Sun

I fought so hard to try to escape it all, but I couldn't have been more lost

I got a life full of stories to share so there will always be more songs

Used to walk around face down like Eore, see yours, and feel like I need your love

I've been knocking down all the lies I've been told about myself one by one

It's the American dream but the worth we put on what we own is just an illusion

Didn't stop working through dark times so I'm not making excuses

Some people instead of being themselves die being what people thought that they should

I'm not close what you thought at all

I'm just tryna catch some Sun

Flutter my words over the track like butterfly wings, but sting like I'll catch a buzz

Wrote the new chapter after the last next one we'll master the funds

Capture the truth about what I am give it back to you after I'm done

Mother fucker I'm ruthless through this chipped tooth

I've been through it so I had to come hard as the hats, and drums, and samples that hum like stamp bags when they pack a punch

Some things are really so fucked up

I gota laugh, or I'll have to look at you with tears, and I can't let you know how much it weighs, and the fact I don't feel that strong

Still I'm not done

We drove through blizzards with vacuum packs to get home

The same year that my Nanny passed, and they buried her back in the Bronx

If I die before not too long spread my ashes across a pond, read a passage from Psalms, but before they light that fire make sure I'm dressed in all Supreme from fall/winter 2009, and I'll be gone

Keep a good heart don't let the bullshit lead you off the path of your spiritual

1996 eating breakfast in Dad's Maryland championship lacrosse shirt

Pray the Holy Spirit to save our souls over cereal so we'll prosper