Cold Fire

I don't remember which strain I caught,

But someone woke me up to stop short, with no [?], no clue

Walking home in the pouring rain, tryna tell myself nothing's changed

Cuz I'm alright, these streets, don't lie

Can't let the memory fade

Everyday, think I seen your face

So give me that cold fire

When all those [?] away, oh

When you give me that true fire

And chase those thoughts away, oh

Til the last glass breaks

Up on the mantle, those trophy wives

Making money, not making time

No love, no life

No regrets when I walked away

But they've been creeping back everyday

I'm running blind, through streets, don't lie

Can't let ambition fade

Everyday, think I seen your face

So give me that cold fire

When all those [?] away, oh

When you give me that true fire

And chase those thoughts away, oh

Til the last glass breaks

Everyday, think I seen you

Like a knife in a cut through

Crackin' ice in a soda

Til the last glass breaks

Everyday, think I seen you

Like a knife in a cut through

Crackin' ice in a soda

So give me that cold fire

When all those [?] away, oh

When you give me that true fire

And chase those thoughts away, oh

Til the last glass breaks

Everyday, think I seen you

Like a knife in a cut through

Crackin' ice in a soda

Til the last glass breaks

Everyday, think I seen you

Til the last glass breaks

• Artist:PREP
• Album:Cold Fire (2018)