And it got the best of us And now prints, pictures and white outlines We opened up a cold case love Are all that's left at the scene of a crime Cold case love Your love was breaking the law, but I needed a witness (oh oh) So pick me up when it's over, it

The pain we love is taking shape A burning lust to touch the flame Against the wall, we fall from grace Over and over again The same old script, just different lies You disappear without a trace Concealing the crimes on your face In darkness, you're all

White crime Yeah, we ‘bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps, love to shout crap Love to make their mouth flat When it come to burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what i’m 'bout, breh Lot of rappers talking that shit, not