Can you hold on? I'm through with losing Tryna find an answer to somehow stop this feeling In the dark, near or far, found a heart who wants you I'm through with losing Is there someone out there to keep you breathing Is there someone out there who

Young niggas on for real Tokyo drift through the hills Used to have to walk, no wheels Hunnid dollar bills Used to have to eat cold meals Now a nigga offin' gold seals Countin' up money getting chills We some young niggas on for real Now I'm buyin' whips

Silence in the snow We must fight till they all die In their cold blood The battle goes Here we all stand on this canvas of white Our palette holds but only one shade tonight Silence snows in, in her wintery chill Let’s paint the ground red with the

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

So cold, it’s a cold world I don't understand why you're so cold Cold enough to chill my bones It feels like I don't know you anymore I don't understand why you're so cold to me With every breath you breathe I see there's something going on I don't

Run to the sea Raining in your heart We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill As the day begs the night for mercy love The sun so bright it leaves no shadows Only scars carved into stone On the face of earth The moon is up and over One Tree Hill We

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been

The fate of Norns await us all There is no way to escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hell's gate I feel a chill in my heart Like lingering winter cold I and my son are torn apart He was just 6 winters old My first-born was he

My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last Into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel If I could recollect before my hood

Well the landslide brought me down Well, I've been afraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life around you But time makes you bolder Children get older I'm getting older too And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills