Cold Hart
TR4SH
[Verse 1]
It's that death potion sippin' like I'm ready to die
It's that night time void, never lookin' alive
I got bags on my eyes, I got bags for the flight
We got bags like the furies, yeah we ready to fight
Fizzy mist, goth messages that I'll never read
Bitch I run, here I hurt
You was looking for me
GothBoiClique, that shit, ain't nothin' to me
Just let it rest, now I'm dapper
I got money on me
Running 'round the states, I don't need no one
Young lost boy, I don't wanna see the sun
Muscle cars, ripped shirts, feeling like white trash
Walking, Rolls shines through it, whores
Then she throw it back

[Verse 2]
Fuck you doing
'Cause you ain't on shit
I'm feeling nauseous
So bitch be cautious
Watch your fucking step when you walk around me
All black, all day, that's just me, hoe
I don't want you if you talking like a free hoe
I want that loyalty, will you die for me