COLD

It's gon' be a cold day in hell, before I ever sell this soul

Cold day for the reaper, I ain't going where you going

Cold days a blessing, I was working on that phone

Caught me out my element, I'm 'bout to hit that mode

I think you so elegant, more royalty than gold

I still say we heaven-sent, despite what we had done

I shouldn't be your therapist, you'd better calling God

I shouldn't be your therapist, you'd better calling God

This the only way they hear my voice (This the only time they hear me)

Face the repercussions, it's not like I had a choice (What other choice did I have?)