If you love me tell me so If you feel the glow Out from the cold Love, don't let me go I'm trying to keep my feelings close But I miss you I suppose It's from my fingers to our toes There are secrets no one knows It's just a disguise, a little white lie

I can't go on and on Setting fires to keep you warm I can't keep you from harm But I'm set on fire to keep you warm Out in the cold you've been I begged you to come back in But I can't do this again What would I do?

I woke up from a deep sleep I must have had a nightmare But I really cannot remember My heart was beating out of my chest And I was cold, I must of let the window crack Funny september and the winter's coming back The house is unusually quiet and I'm

So this world can't find a way to leave you cold And know you're not the only ship out on the ocean Save your strength for things that you can change Forgive the ones you can't You gotta let it go La la la la la la (let it go, let it go) let it go Spent

Yo, now you gon' stop me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the

I've seen loneliness She wrapped me up with such tenderness Come in from the darkness on the edge of this three tree town Because it's thicker than the woods out there Settles harder than the cold winter ground Come in from the shadows of these boot

We walk through war in the halls Of dead protocols We came so close, demands were met That's when the rug was ripped out from under our feet A vicious crime, cold betrayal and deceit. Then reality hits you like a stab in the back Like a slap in the face,

If you feel the glow, out from the cold If you love me tell me so Love, don't let me go (Don't you let me, don't you let me go, if you feel it) I'm trying to keep my feelings close But I miss you I suppose It's from my fingers to our toes There are

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46 In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why? It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop Told me he was in the

A magnet at my very core Pulls me northwards further than before But nights are shorter Lying with the truth laid out like that And your cold star gazing from the flat roof The nerves, the cat He's happier in the grip of a daft half hour Than in his