PREP – Cold Fire ft. DEAN

PREP - Cold Fire ft. DEAN

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

[Instrumental Solo]

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

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