No Worries

My blood be cold like frezia

I thought that I told you don't need yea

Don't bite from the hand that's gone feed you

I'm burning up hot like a fever

My blood be cold like frezia

I thought that I told you don't need yea

Don't bite from the hand that's gone feed you

I'm burning up hot like a fever

I come from the trenches were getting the richest ain't nothing but that of a thought

So I had to go make something happen put things into action cutting at the cloth