cold like summer

I tried to hold my tongue

Like you told me to do

I held it longer than I thought when I gave up

I swear I gave it my best shot I know you'll say it's good enough but it's not

I promise you that it's not

I promise you I tried reflecting on myself but it's blocked

I show my confidence like king is conquering

But baby I'm a fucking peasant in these streets

Crying over cheese in a trap

Cryin over spilled milk too much trauma with that

Too much power at the top of the tower like the Eiffel way out in Paris

Snap a quick pic with my enemy out in cali