This night is cold in the kingdom. I can feel you fade away. From the kitchen to the bathroom sink. And your steps keep me awake. Don't cut me down, throw me out. Leave me here to waste. I once was a
season sauters. Souflers for swervin no corners. We magnets to moolah. Livin wit Charlie's Angels hornets. No smilin were slidin. That gets you caught up in the octa. Or deaded for movin. It's just
