Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
I know the way i'm going out can seem a little cold
Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat
Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back
Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route
Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out
I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,
But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned
Knocked out in the lunch in
Through thick and thin
‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night
Cause in reality its cold out so you stay inside
With some lesbians that don't know english
In the cold street,where the bad guy is
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