Delta Waves - Airbud

Cold out there

It’s cold out there

My god, my god

It’s cold out there

Cold out here

It’s cold out here

My god, my god

I keep it one hundred like a century

I feed on good love and good energy

I’m not as close to God as I’ll ever be

As long as Tropic keep on flipping leaf at ten a G

Geez

I don’t speak flippantly

Every bar pure gold like a banker see

Sign on my heart reads «No Vacancy»

No room for the devil or a demon, please

No room for the hearts of the Emilys

Or the Cassidys, or the Ashleys

I say it in every song so I feel better

But if she text late at night I will still get her

I wish that I could lie in raps

I wish that every bad father had a heart attack

I wish I loved myself and never had to hold a flask

I wish that cigarettes were not my way to cope with past

And I wish I could admit my real addiction

I wish I trusted God enough to let him in

My aunt told me that I gotta stick with it

I just wish I knew what it is, yeah

I wish my Honda was a Civic

I wish I wasn’t white privileged

I wish my wishful wishes wasn’t wishes, which is

The reason why I gotta ditch all of the rich kids

That let me feel like the world ain’t bad as it is

That I could make music and keep it realistic

That my complaints are any more than just a wish list

That I could lease a beat and do something with it

Tripping off of last year’s habits

Think I never had it

Fits of flippant passion

I’m in December passive

Think I need an accent

Think the dude is tragic

Think that he is trash, they

Think he made of plastic

He believe in God, oh

He believe in magic

He believe the Rapture

He should quit the rap shit

He should have done the math

I wish he would’ve done the math

(It's cold out there)

We see it in every case

Two criminals get erased

One’s dead, Number Two -- and this is blue

And I guess he’s new to this

As he’s shaking his hand, explosive as Mount Vesuvius

Murdered a man on camera

His life is threatened by spookiness, I guess

What’s so spooky, though, to a Haole

Howling 'cause he’s scared of all the superstitions in Maui, I digress

All Saturns resort to hula hooping

It all matters, even if blacker than Goofy Movie

Don’t gotta say nothing to me

They say «don't knock it 'til you try it»

I ain’t trying to recommend you, how you doing

If you’ve been working in the closet underneath your skeletons

I can’t condemn you, I’ve been through it

Some say I’m smoking with police

Police all lives smoking nicotines, why he shoot 'em?

And we all know what acquittal means

Flip the middle, please

That’s like «he ain’t even do it»

It’s cold out there (it's cold)

Cold out there

It’s cold out there (it's cold)

My god, my god

It’s cold out there (it's cold)

Cold out here

It’s cold out here (it's cold)

My god, my god