Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Brace as you feeling cold like the winter snow I flew in December defeating my slumber I’m drowning and you’ll never know Blasted, blasted, with the pressure, pressure Among the lord, succumb to me under pressure, aye Brace Look at the slits on my wrist Look at the blood in my piss Cold as my heart Tend to get better with this But the time when around was a jit Cold from the start Grabbin’ the “k” with intentions You bust it, but niggas be jumpin’ And plus if you add it up, add it up, put it up in your heart Pussy might fry your heart