Lyrics Lyrica Anderson – Cold
Text:
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you L-O-V-E so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you treat me so cold
Why you L-O-V-E so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Cold, why you always in your phone? (Nah)
Tell me what’s got you glued, yeah
You fuckin’ up my mood, yeah
One foot in, I can’t take
Need something knew, I won’t wait
Always on your way, when money is on the way
All in my face, trying to save face
Please, ain’t nothing left to say
Don’t try to plead your case (Nope)
Baby it’s ok, don’t got time to waste
Too much on my plate
I need TLC, I just can’t believe
You put money over everything
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you treat me so cold
Why you L-O-V-E so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you treat me so cold
Why you L-O-V-E so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Way too heartless, my heart cold
When they made me they broke the mold
Texting me shit you think you know
Tellin’ me that I fucked that hoe
I was securing the bag, you trippin’
Know you been hurt before and I get it
You have the time of your life when you with me
Don’t let them hoes throw you off in the city
Celine, Chanel, I’m lacing you up
I’m teaching you how to keep hate in the cut
I’m counting off, you think I’m busting a nut
You tellin’ me that I done fucked up your trust
Start forgetting, you my number one
(Don’t get amnesia, when your in your feelings)
You my witness, made something from nothing
(Drop the top, let’s see the Sun, uh)
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you treat me so cold
Why you L-O-V-E so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you treat me so cold
Why you L-O-V-E so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Brrr, ooh, oh to the door
Bout to get out on my own
I might hit the club
Later hit the studio
Anything goes, you got no control
Don’t know what they told you
I’m too much to handle
I’m too much to handle
I gave you a sample
But you want to gamble
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you treat me so cold
Why you L-O-V-E so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you treat me so cold
Why you L-O-V-E so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
Why you gotta, why gotta be so cold
Why you gotta, why gotta be so cold
Why you gotta be so cold
