Cold Weather - Dave B.

Say, say, say, something

Say, say, say, something

Oh yeah

Oh no

Lord have mercy on my soul

I’ve been a bad boy

I like them bad girls

Yeah-yeah, alright

Lord have mercy on my soul

I’ve been a bad boy

Make my day, grant me three wishes

Make me happy

I’m good off y’all, I’m bout this music

Like my daddy

I get my fix and still be broke

Break my habit

Break my pockets, hurt my soul

Could be so tragic

Let’s have at it

You are now fucking with the black magic

I kill the pussy, put it in a fat casket

I don’t give a fuck, I ain’t change none

But I’m still an asshole and an asthmatic

In a backpack steel-o, where the weed at

I was scribbling' and nibbling' on three stars

Put the whole ass out with some females

So let’s get blacked out, play ski-ball, I

I just do shit to do and say that I am right, I know now

If you would just choose me then maybe I could grow up

I need a real love

I can’t just blame the world

Man, let’s just change the world

All right?

We out here like its summer time, in the cold weather

Lord grant me the wisdom, said I should know better

Can’t help and just leave you, you know you so special

Can’t help and just leave you, you know you so special

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Lord have mercy on my soul

I’ve been a bad boy

I like them bad girls

Alright, alright, say

Lord have mercy on my soul

I’ve been a bad boy

Ya, got the ways to go

I might just blow but I' ma get you there

She enjoy too much

And stick around it might get super weird, though

Hook that gold and go

And don’t approach me till I hit you, yeah

I’m usually not this nice

I just got joints to make with stupid snares

All I want to be is cray

All I need is your love, yeah

Look at the mess I made

Like she gon' fuck with a scrub, yeah

I’m a piece of shit

Get your walk, don’t mind when she screaming

I put that body top of covers

Not gon' hide from my demons

We spent the last summer scheming

So what’s come in been bending

And I was broke the whole time

Still had a problem with spending

We don’t give no shit bout a fuck-fuck boy

If you got prob’s better knock, block boy

Its gon' be alright, got a blood-clad girl

I tell, I tell, I tell

We out here like its summer time, in the cold weather

Lord grant me the wisdom, said I should know better

Can’t help and just leave you, you know you so special

Can’t help and just leave you, you know you so special

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Lord have mercy on my soul

I’ve been a bad boy

I like them bad girls

Alright, alright, say

Lord have mercy on my soul

I’ve been a bad boy