Young Taylor
Make it cold!
She call my phone
Askin' if I would be crazy, yo
It's going down
Ridin' in a whip and it is painted gold
I'm gettin' high
They want me cos I'm in their stereo
Hell of a night
Give me your heart, I'll drain your warmth and I'll make it cold
Make it cold (yeah)
You know that I make it colder
Livin' exposed (woah)
Devil sittin' on my shoulder
I don't know (i don't know)
I don't really feel too sober
Sippin' slow (oh)
I don't want it to be over
Yah yah, play with your emotions
Yah yah yah, put your tears into motion
Well I know that your heart is kinda wearin' down your liver
But girl you better do one thing: cry me a river!
She call my phone
Askin' if I would be crazy, yo
It's going down
Ridin' in a whip and it is painted gold
I'm gettin' high
They want me cos I'm in their stereo
Hell of a night
Give me your heart, I'll drain your warmth and I'll make it cold
Yeah I know, you got all these memories
But I know that nowadays you're my enemy
I don't know if you ever was my remedy
But for sure I can tell that now it is ecstasy
Woah, nothing is in my soul
Can't feel nothing no more
Close the door, when you wanna talk to me
But you gon' stay outside though
Oh, I just know that you really ain't a keeper
Say you don't love me but girl I don't love you either
She call my phone (ring ring ring)
Askin' if I would be crazy, yo
It's going down
Ridin' in a whip and it is painted gold
I'm gettin' high
They want me cos I'm in their stereo
Hell of a night
Give me your heart, I'll drain your warmth and I'll make it cold