Pour yourself up a drink and we can talk.
Has it really been that long?
How did we get so old?
What's the problem man?
You seem a little cold.
Let's take a walk.
I don't care where we end up.
We'll have a rap about nothing and never shut up.
I can rhyme up with up when I damn well please
And it's no bother.
I'll end this verse with ease.
I can't believe your still mad about that.
I can't believe your still living in the past.
I can't believe you haven't figured it out yet.
Figured out that life is obnoxious.
This I know.
When did you get so serious?
How did you get so cold?
You sit in your rocking chair on the porch.
You sit and watch television shut me out.
You can sit on your thumb.
You can sit and twirl.
"So Cold" as written by Donovan Keith Bennett, Craig Thompson, Alistaire Mccalla, Roshaun Clarke, Xavier Davidson
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
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