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dwhb - colder every day lyrics

[travis]
stick it in brine, man, preserve the track
like crack when you listen, you wishin that it was wack
but it’s worth a couple racks, at least one plaque
best from coast to coast, even loved by brak
my swag is so loud, man that sh-t is deafenin
i don’t wonder if you’re wowed, man that sh-t is definite
rap and write, make the beat, all the whistles and bells
orson welles in this b-tch, we do it all ourselves
people asking me for f-cks, but i don’t have none
cause i gave em all away to pretty girls, excuse the bad pun
i can’t be the only one who wonders what’s become
of music as of late, it sounds like f-cking reruns
haters say we ain’t the best, but really there’s no evidence
these ladies bout to get nailed, hope they got their tet-n-s
girlies say i owe em one, and i’m like really, hun?
i guess i’ll throw you a bone like jack skellington

[hook]
don’t make me bring the rice out
you know i ain’t afraid
welcome to my icehouse
it’s colder every day
don’t try this sh-t at home
you’ll go right out of control
and i’ll be there to say i told you so

[andrew]
on that cold weather flow
voice little bit scratchy
beard little bit patchy
skin little bit ashy
i’m cold like the toilet seat
kissing your -sscheeks
but i still got that warmth
like a little kid asking
silly questions all the time
call em curious george
got a lyrical army
call em my furious horde
attack mode engage, guerilla style
split skulls like bananas, gorilla style
it’s not far-fetched to say we run this sh-t
cause if you name something, we done the sh-t
well, not quite everything
i never planted a tree
or jumped out of a plane
or dove deep in the sea
but i’ve made some hot tracks, still making more
head bob virginity, i’m taking yours
don’t be afraid to feel the groove
just let the beat do what it’s supposed to do

[hook]

[dean]
don’t make me bring the rice out
i’m on a walk with your lady cause it’s nice out
i can’t yet, but one day i’ll buy a nice house
i smell nice, y’all smell like brussel sprouts
i’m tryna get with your girl on the sneak tip
last night she hit me up on some freak sh-t
i fill the whole hole, like an eclipse
you know i made her sing, on some glee sh-t
when i step into the booth, i don’t pull punches
chilling with my bros, eating expensive lunches
or drinking beer low-key in the cut
a few shots and a forty in my gut
but it’s getting colder now, better step inside
the booze running out, we call it low tide
so i went to waffle house and got grits
the rice been brought out, get some chopsticks

[hook]

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