It ain't no one to trust but me And I got to make sure that I take care of my family And to my niggas on the block On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside) I'm hiding out and

Play that piano And let us forget who we are Bourbon and whiskey, tequila and scotch Chocolate martinis and Jägerbomb shots Ice cold cerveza replaces a day Takes off the edge and takes us away Play us a song about losing Play us a song about love Play us

In the morning 'Tis the morning of my life It is the morning of my life In the morning when the moon is at it's rest you will see me at the time I love the best watching rainbows play on sunlight pools of water iced from cold night, in the morning In the

We will be with you Now your bowl is empty And your feet are cold And your body cannot stop rocking It hurts to let go Since the day we found you You have been our friend And your voice still echoes in the hallways of this house

Convictions to the back burner Gather all your possessions, and smile because you've got it all Smile because you've got it all Still that empty feeling won't go away (Go away) Slip on the ice again When did you become so cold? Lucky for you rock bottom

Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console. Memory Lane up in the headlights. Got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turnin' off the real life

They played a leading role to win the 2nd war Called in to serve And they knew what to do They were the heroes of the cold Warrior soul, they signed a book of history They live forever more Dropped down to a world of ice A platoe of frozen lakes A Nazi

All because of you I've felt the cold rain of the coming storm I haven't slept in so long When I do, I dream Of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down I'll follow your voice

I like it ice cold, I take it with a lime, Canadian, Mexican, Heineken, American, they're all real good friends of mine I like it in a mug, in a bottle, or a cup, I like it with a shot Friday, the week was long Can't wait to get my twist-off off One sip

A thunderous crash in the dead of the night We ready our weapons, prepare for the fight My band of comrades, so cruelly betrayed Now face the cold edge of justice's blade They knew how to hit us, they knew where to look Our fortress was breached and its