Last May walking on thin ice...
Drowned and emerged again
Baby Oakley finds me very nice...
Icy baby on my hands

Triple up the number, man, it's might....
Now I got a shawty with me
She's that type, the one to ride or die;
Which means she's just what I need...

I'm getting tired of these kids
Acting like they know me....
Baby

It's not true...