Lyrics Cold Weather - Dave B.

Cold Weather

Say, say, say, something
Say, say, say, something
Oh yeah
Oh no
Lord have mercy on my soul
I’ve been a bad boy
I like them bad girls
Yeah-yeah, alright
Lord have mercy on my soul
I’ve been a bad boy
Make my day, grant me three wishes
Make me happy
I’m good off y’all, I’m bout this music
Like my daddy
I get my fix and still be broke
Break my habit
Break my pockets, hurt my soul
Could be so tragic
Let’s have at it
You are now fucking with the black magic
I kill the pussy, put it in a fat casket
I don’t give a fuck, I ain’t change none
But I’m still an asshole and an asthmatic
In a backpack steel-o, where the weed at
I was scribbling' and nibbling' on three stars
Put the whole ass out with some females
So let’s get blacked out, play ski-ball, I
I just do shit to do and say that I am right, I know now
If you would just choose me then maybe I could grow up
I need a real love
I can’t just blame the world
Man, let’s just change the world
All right?
We out here like its summer time, in the cold weather
Lord grant me the wisdom, said I should know better
Can’t help and just leave you, you know you so special
Can’t help and just leave you, you know you so special
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Lord have mercy on my soul
I’ve been a bad boy
I like them bad girls
Alright, alright, say
Lord have mercy on my soul
I’ve been a bad boy
Ya, got the ways to go
I might just blow but I' ma get you there
She enjoy too much
And stick around it might get super weird, though
Hook that gold and go
And don’t approach me till I hit you, yeah
I’m usually not this nice
I just got joints to make with stupid snares
All I want to be is cray
All I need is your love, yeah
Look at the mess I made
Like she gon' fuck with a scrub, yeah
I’m a piece of shit
Get your walk, don’t mind when she screaming
I put that body top of covers
Not gon' hide from my demons
We spent the last summer scheming
So what’s come in been bending
And I was broke the whole time
Still had a problem with spending
We don’t give no shit bout a fuck-fuck boy
If you got prob’s better knock, block boy
Its gon' be alright, got a blood-clad girl
I tell, I tell, I tell
We out here like its summer time, in the cold weather
Lord grant me the wisdom, said I should know better
Can’t help and just leave you, you know you so special
Can’t help and just leave you, you know you so special
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Lord have mercy on my soul
I’ve been a bad boy
I like them bad girls
Alright, alright, say
Lord have mercy on my soul
I’ve been a bad boy