Two-thousand and seventeen master! Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied The mission To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world That just keeps folding I don't know, Who is the group

Everything that you've done I am the one who crawled through the wire Silent and froze in the mud I know a cold as cold as it gets Blew out the light of my soul To the end of the earth I search for your face For the one who laid all of our beauty to

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy

And I still miss someone At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind has come Sweethearts walk by together I go out on a party And look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blues

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like why'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks

Pray for one last chance to prove we all belong Through the dark nights and cold days while time marches on In this life, we're running out of days We're running out of time, ignoring it's a crime No regrets, just one shot at glory Is all we got before

Hold me in this wild, wild, world 'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be And in your heat I feel how cold it can get I can't stop thinking about it Now draw me close Never good just the bad and the ugly Laid infront of you Nothing quite like

At the Cold Spot RC, moon pies and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world It was crickets, minnows and kerosene It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer A hole in the wall

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

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