[Lyrics]
Cold cold cold
Your body’s gone
Cold cold cold
Our bodies
I ain’t Talk to God in Weeks Now
I feel addicted to the streets now
Is there a Paradise for my sins
Good or bad is there a line when do we win
I ain’t never thought of suicide that’s how we live oh no no
Getting litt popping pills like I ain’t got a loved one
Lucid dreams from my fix and I ain’t in my cover
Oohhhh hoo
I pray the sins
Don’t bury me
Ohhhh hoo
For now just try to comfort me
Bodies be dropping
The violence stopped him
Away from the streets
Now the records his dropping
From his the back oh his garden
Made bet but he's all in
Titties be popping
Guess the sining ain’t stopped him
Now they lay after touching
As they pray for the Morning
No Church in the wild
Pastor Pray for my sins
Guilty between her thies
Passion as we both breath eh
Knocking over that lean
Overdosing on me
Overdosing on we
