Cold Hart - All For You

[Brennan Savage:]

Give my all for you, all for you

Give my all for you

I be making bread, tryna ball for you

Talk to you, you be so shy I can't talk to you

Walk with you

I would run a mile just to walk with you

All for you

I'mma make a mil, stack it tall yeah

I do it now, shout out bb sun yea I move around

Hold it down, will you leave me alone?

Will you hold me down? Outta town

I be fucking hoes they from outta town

Lonely now, I be on my own see I'm lonely now

[Rawska:]

I slept all day, wake all night

I don't give a fuck if I missed my flight

Violet hair, cold blue eyes

I wanna stay but I can't decide

[Brennan Savage:]

Now I'm on a flight, ten drinks stay all night

Got me right all night, I'm awake

I took a bottle of cider rigth to the face

I took a model bitch back to my place

I took a pill cause it's all that I know

I be alone, I got nowhere to go

[Rawska:]

I be alone, nowhere to go

Yeah nowhere to go

Now I'm on a flight overseas

Trying not to bleed

I'mma let the drink drown me, I don't wanna breathe

Holding my breath

Don't wanna breathe

I don't regret, anything

Give my all for you

[Brennan Savage:]

Give my all for you

I be making bread, tryna ball for you

Talk to you, you be so shy I can't talk to you

Walk with you

I would run a mile just to walk with you

All for you

I'mma make a mil, stack it tall yeah

I do it now, shout out bb sun yea I move around

Hold it down, will you leave me alone?

Will you hold me down? Outta town

I be fucking hoes they from outta town

Lonely now, I be on my own see I'm lonely now

[Cold Hart:]

I'm bout to go to Russia, bitch privet

Used to ride Spirit

But now I need my own jet

Blue strips, red hoodie like I'm shy guy

Ain't no wings upon my jeans I'm still a fly guy

All my jewels they bust on your juuls they be charging

Welcome to the camp fire butch we sparking

And off the drugs we be so reckless

Like a man who don't get head we'll leave you neckless

So baby here you take my necklace

My diamonds still come out the lake like I was fishing

Trynna give my all to you, to talk to you and all of that

But I don't think she gon call me back, fuck it

• Artist:Cold Hart