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Joash
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Yeah
Yeah
Cold, cold, cold
Your body's gone
Cold, cold, cold
Our body' gone
I ain't talk to God in weeks now, no, aye
I feel addicted to the streets now, no
Is there a paradise for my sins?
Good or bad
Is there a line when do we win?
I ain't never thought of suicide, that's how we live oh no no
Ohhh (that's how we live)
Getting lit popping pills like I ain't got a loved one
Lucid dreams from my fix and I ain't on a cover
Ohhh hoo
I pray the sins don't burry me, yeah
Ohhh hoo
For now just try to comfort me
Cold, cold, cold
Your body' gone
Cold, cold, cold
Our body' gone
Bodies be dropping
The violence stopped him
Away from the streets
Now the records his dropping
From the back of his garden
Made a bet on his soul in
Titties be popping
Guess the sinning ain't stopped him
Now they lay after touching, yeah
As they pray for the mourning
Ohhh hoo ohhh, yeah yeah
As they pray for the mourning
Yeah
Ohhh
No church in the wild
Pastor pray for my sins
Guilty between her tithes
Passion as we both breathe, ugh
Knocking over that lean
Overdosing on me
Overdosing are we
Overdosing I mean it
Cold, cold, cold (ohhh)
Yeah
Cold, cold, cold
Your body's gone
Cold, cold, cold
Our body' gone