so cold feels like 30 straight days of falling snow I'm so cold and alone, alone you left me cold tonight [Chorus X2] You're as cold as ice (you're as cold
ice) You're willing to sacrifice our love And now you got me (Froze) I said you got me (froze) Because you're so c-cold You left me cold tonight [Verse 2: B.o.B
) You're willing to sacrifice our love And now you got me (Froze) I said you got me (froze) Because you're so c-cold You left me cold tonight [Verse 2: B.o.B
baby come closer." [Chorus:] Why the hell ya gotta be so cold? (Cold) Why the hell is you so angry baby? (Cold) I ain't causin' you no danger baby (Cold
Seventeen without a doubt Attitude was sauerkraut, boxing bout, I tried to knock my father out Too proud to throw the towel, me and family falling out Lonely 'til the O
eat 'em just the same. That is why I look so bad and have these puny ways. because I always had to take an o ld cold tater and wait. (3) And then
She said, "Say what's on your mind" So I said, "I'm kind a hungry and you ain't my type" She said, "I was cold as hell" But hell's not cold I know,
I still hang on every word In the world of faded memories Where your still in love with me I can see it in your eyes You look as if your martyrdom has
If you slip away in darkness, do you fall? And if God created love, did he make it for everyone? Is there solitude and hope, can you still dream? If the
Till you found of the sight what you see Feed the fire, fan the flame Till the world remembers your name Something hot in a cold country Hold on to
give away Cold but I'm still here, blind ?cause I'm so blind Say never we're far from comfortable this time Cold, now we're so cold, mine and you're
' actually learn But not now 'cause, girl, I got tracks to burn I stay on my J O B Nigga, me, P Diddy, B R O B The more hits we make, more money to burn
Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches
take that) Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map The city by the sea, R.I.P. J.D., you know about the L.B.C. My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted
Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote
