Steve Arrington - It's Cold lyrics

[Hook: Steve Arrington] It's cold, so cold It's cold, it's cold, it's cold, so cold [Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] Never mind chillin, the cat graze Secrets to life long nights and last days City smells like poured bottles and ash trays There is not enough palm olive [?] Midnight is when things just starting to take shape Kids who aren't ashamed are trying to make names Captains on take aren't likely to take breaks People under age more likely to take aim People in the pits risk prison or [?] People look at pics, start crying and break frames X amount of moves not pretty will take place Especially when your crew about skinny as great danes These are teams that might got reason to make change These are teams that ain't got pieces to make trades Squatters aren't ready to vacate When the fathers gon' stop going on vaca? [Hook: Steve Arrington] [Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman] No room for your elbows Started sh** wasn't trying to wait until hell froze Started veering off the run, start selling shell toes If only you could pull your eyes away from your cell phone Laugh to keep from tearing at the tyranny, tell jokes Anxiety and fear interfere with the pheromones Bang over bank notes Embarra**ed, a bad soul stripped to the bare bone Goose downs, bubbles, and bear coats There they go, repping their area code Crossroads, early the cop croaks Foot not in the door means hand on the hot stove Freeze and put 'em up, those freedoms are not yours Children aren't phased, fave flavour is nacho That and any meat that's seasoned with [?] Wires on the [?] saying it's not so [Hook: Steve Arrington] [Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman] This is the truth (yeah) The countdown City is an outhouse lost it and now found City is a short putt missing the clown's mouth City is a two year old begging for pow-pow City is a lighthouse during a blackout City is a suede shoe under a black cloud The city is a stone thrown in the gla** house City is a drunk spouse ready to spaz out The city got a score to keep and it can't count The city be the cats me-owth, only these cats down But ba*tards aren't cast out Buildings tall as tall tales, easy to cast out The crackhouse and the crackdown The yankee caps covering cats brows Bluds they cold, cold-blooded as reptiles Project towns, project out [Extended Hook/Outro: Steve Arrington]