Nate Barksdale - IC

I wake up cold in the middle of the night
I roll over to your side of the bed
But you're not there

Is you a freak
Baby lets see
You send me the text
Send me to the peak
Send me the preview
You like how I tease you
You like how I talk to you
You like how we

You hit up my phone
You can't leave me alone
Icy on my own
(Icy on my own)
You're so fucking cold
(You're so fucking cold)

You hit up my phone
You can't leave me alone
Icy on my own
(Icy on my own)
You're so fucking cold
(You're so fucking cold)

Looking for the brighter side
But really its been hard to find
You been on my mind
All the fucking time
So I take it day by day
I know no other way
I mean, what else could I do
Cut my hair
Say I don't care
I could move northwest
Say its for the best babe
But none of that could change
How I feel
Oh I think that we should try
Try to work this out
And it gives me the chills
(Oh it just gives me the chills)
Just to know you are for real
(Just to know, just to know you are for real)
To be without you, oh it kills
(Oh it kills me girl)
The coldest part of the deal

You hit up my phone
Icy on your own

Written by:
Johnathan Caldwell, Nate Barksdale

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