Dry Ice

Cold as the sun Sweating in the winter I pulled the trigger off the gun Turning the thoughts into glitter With all that is gold I don't wanna talk right now I don't really wanna talk I just wanna go for walks While you roll in the Beamer Catch me outside Laying on the grass Playing Amaarae through the speakers Yeah yeah Turning the glitter to gold Turning the glitter to gold Turning the stones into pebbles Turning away all the devils Turning the glitter to gold Turning the glitter to gold Turning the stones into pebbles Turning away all the devils Turning the glitter to gold Turning the glitter to gold Turning the stones into pebbles Turning away all the devils I stay true to myself and to you too Been to heaven and hell, it was vital cause I'm not perfect There's times I think I don't deserve it yeah Demons lurking I pray that I'm wise to discern it Yeah, yeah, yeah