40 Below - Mick Jenkins

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold on me

How she got soo cold

Soo cold, soo cold

Soo cold, soo cold

Soo cold

How she got soo cold on me

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold

How she got soo cold on ya

How she got soo cold

Cause the last that I remember

Think I left you in December

But it feel like February on a nigga

(How she got soo cold)

Shawty was a beauty from the start, I was seventeen

That’s when I took notice of a sculpture angelic

Though I knew it was a long way from heavenly

Can I kick it?

Skip the visitation, let her know I need the digit

Young nigga, all I really had was jokes

Just finessin', she a low key blessin', I didn’t even know

Not reminiscin', just lamentin on mistakes I made

Random nights I lurked on her Facebook page

Youngin' thinkin' like «my time right, I done got my mind right»

Yeah she heard that mixtape I got a little limelight, I let her know

She didn’t let up, learned a lesson when she let me go

Just let me sing and this is how it go

I could hold it down

Want to be your nigga

She said «not right now»

I said «how you figure?»

I could hold it down, down, down, down, down, down

Want to hold it down, down, down, down, down, down

I could hold it down, down, down, down, down, down, down