The Cold

The Cold
Sometimes I find myself genuinely confused by what's right and what's wrong... Sometimes I'm emotional and don't know how to react responsibly, let alone respectful. Sometimes I'm a hot mess and sometimes.... Damn it most times.... I feel helpless enough to ask God for some help

I'm out in the cold, something bout the way you talk just got me feeling old
My way got me home, yeah, I need me my God, yeah, something bout my call, I talk to people bout my God
Yeah, y'all still know my thoughts, yeah, put it in a song yeah, If y'all never feel me, I won't quit until y'all gone
Yeah, mostly when I write, I never get that light , but mostly when I love, I never get that right
Living in the same old times, moving at the same old pace
Thinking its same old crime, living with this dark skin face
Maybe I could give you love, and lift the pressure off, so they say, Maybe it's kinda cool how they do it too, in they lane
Me I'm on a high like this, me I'm gonna drive like this, ni*** need nobody else, finna be fine like this
You just wanna get the rolls and then leave me looking depressed, me I wanna hit the road with them 24s and no stress
So I'm just going and I hate this ish, no no time for the night time bliss
Hit that dub for the one night kiss, wait no girl think I need to piss, please let go of my God damn wrist
This that rude on a high like this, on a high like this, on high it's bliss...

I'm out in the cold, something bout the way you talk just got me feeling old
My way got me home, yeah, I need me my God, yeah, something bout my call, I talk to people bout my God
Yeah, y'all still know my thoughts, yeah, put it in a song yeah, If y'all never feel me, I won't quit until y'all gone
Yeah, mostly when I write, I never get that light , but mostly when I love, I never get that right

Pushing out, push and pull, I think I had things to do
All the time, kept the rules, damn I think I miss it too
Missing you, damn I quit, oh my gosh, it's in my blood, in my wrist, Damn, I hope my mind go off before I tweet, I hope
All the way, I've been talking bout saving grace
Maybe we ain't really get the picture, still having strife over mere race
I'm good, good, yeah, wonder what time it is
I spent too long on the phone, wonder what time to give...

I'm out in the cold, something bout the way you talk just got me feeling old
My way got me home, yeah, I need me my God, yeah, something bout my call, I talk to people bout my God
Yeah, y'all still know my thoughts, yeah, put it in a song yeah, If y'all never feel me, I won't quit until y'all gone
Yeah, mostly when I write, I never get that light , but mostly when I love, I never get that right
Sometimes I find myself genuinely confused by what's right and what's wrong... Sometimes I'm emotional and don't know how to react responsibly, let alone respectful. Sometimes I'm a hot mess and sometimes.... Damn it most times.... I feel helpless enough to ask God for some help