Correction Lyrics Rocket Winter by Not Klyde

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The weather's getting colder
You givin' me the shoulder
I know when it's over
We ain't been talking lately
You say I'm acting shady
I think that you hate me

We've been through this before
Hate to see you walk out the door
But I don't wanna argue anymore
If this is how you're acting right now
Imagine when I start going on tour
I just want moral support
You just wanna settle the score
What for?

I guess you think I'm still a player
Heard you sold away the necklace that I gave ya
Got me feelin' like Hosea
Onions make us cry when we peelin back the layers
It's cool-cool when I see ya
I still keep you in my prayers
This was our most successful failure
Bittersweet, the flavour
(Flavour, flavour)
Took the Rocket, baby see you later
(Later, Later)

Look
I know I wasn't the best (psych)
I was prolly the best
You loved to talk
But never would hush
So I had to say less
Head to the floor like a pedegree
We goin down like a Kennedy
We never stayed on the melody
Now you say you don't remember me, dang

Girl why you so cold?
You a freezer
That time I gave you was leisure
God on my side, I could lead ya
But you wanna fight me like Caesar
You wasn't catching my drift
I just couldn't fade like a bad wide receiver
Babygirl don't even trip
That Devil a liar, that boy a deceiver

No cap, I thought you was my roof
You lied, I was tellin the truth
No tree, who was bearing the fruit?
Tobe couldn't get to these roots
What could I do when you put me on mute?
Freddie I do when I gave you the boot
I can't be played baby
I'm not a flute
Oh nah
I guess you think I'm still a player
Heard you sold away the necklace that I gave ya
Got me feelin' like Hosea
Onions make us cry when we peelin back the layers
It's cool-cool when I see ya
I still keep you in my prayers
This was our most successful failure
Bittersweet, the flavour

Say now
I got homies, see you late now
Why you freezin to the brain now?
Why you so, so cold?
I can't stand the winter time phase now
Homie pull up in a wraith now
I go bu bu bu bu to the brain now
Shoot a demon till he tap out
Yeah
I said say now
I got homies, see you late now
Why you freezin to the brain now?
Why you so, so cold?
I can't stand the winter time phase now
Homie pull up in a wraith now
I go bu bu bu bu to the brain now
Shoot a demon till he tap out
Yeaaah
Shoot a demon till he tap out
In the wintertime we get the black out
Yeah the homie pull up with the strap out
Yeah the drip turn to ice when it's cold out yeah
Yeah drip turn to ice when it's cold outside
Yeah, the drip turn to ice when it snows outside
Flavour, Flavour
Later, Later

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