Lighter On Cold Fingers

INTRO:
Aye
Cold
1 1 19 nigga

VERSE I:
Blue rip through time like the water
I'm too young to be a father
You too old to be impartial
Fuck all them laws and the martials
I seen your bitch pop pussy
12.99 and a uber
Stay out the thrift shop country
Take all your blues voting bluer
Bring them black kids on the school bus
Up pole thats no matter who yuh
I'm in the cut with that cutter no cocaine
I push the truck run amok up in both lanes
I'm with your slut she no slut bruh you so lame
I'm tryna fuck not no fuss she said okay
Bruh talk too much why the fuck you keep posting
I don't do brunch on the pacific coast mane
Stay to myself young nigga
I cannot cry for y'all
Imma pull up sun dimmer
Only feel free past dark
Know the real me that's false
Doubt the words out your mouth
Golden steel crease your jaw
Nigga lets talk about how

HOOK:
I can see the stars out
Flickering
Bic shit
I had calmed down
But now I'm boutta get with him
I can see the stars out
Flickering
Bic shit
I had calmed down
Yuh now I'm bout that big shit
I can see the stars out
Flickering
Bic shit
I'm anon now
But now y'all about listen
I can see the stars out
Flickering
Bic shit
I'm anon now
So fuck up and pay attention