"Ice Rocks" lyrics
Why you think you gotta shout to get point across
I wish you well I never wanna see you not falling off
Couldn't get closure so I'm writing and recording lots
Cup full of ice rocks
Get close to hurt me, not on my watch
Bad bitch but her vibe soft
The nights done
Lights off
My phone still buzz in
Another situation turnt nothing
If I fuck that girl again then I'm a muppet
Knowing it was killing me but shit I had brush it
Sweet boy that's been adjusting
Baby don't go though
Postcode I put that in the app and make my way to you
You still feel a way about my previous behaviours
You keep that pussy warm in lingerie, girl I wait for it
Arguing you put your hands on me and I ain't here for it
This a 1of1 bond don't break it
Special occasions after special occasion
I hate things how they where before it never made sense
I was Fucking with that girl past tense
Drop a lame chick
A12 pure lane shift
She ain't watching numbers or wages
Stay somewhere modern or more ancient
Dancing in the rain ting
The fuck we celebrating
You a different type of fly
Different type of fine
Do all sorta trips
You ain't used to all these flights
You ain't used to a life without Arz in your life
I know Letting time past ain't made whatever happen right
I done what I done outta love not outta spite
Do you want ice in your drink
Are you connection over vibes?
I need to know the ins and out before I make you mine
I still love you lots don't ever forget
Fuck a soul search
My soul hearts
Both times I fell in love I left them both hurt
Smoking on a doja pack
Forgive me if this don't work
I can't say I never tried darling
I remember when it started
Smoking and laughing by bar
And when you left I still smelt you in my car
When I'm at yard I still think about you hard
I fuck with you lots but you take it too far girl
Why you think you gotta shout to get point across
I wish you well I never wanna see you not falling off
Couldn't get closure so I'm writing and recording lots
Cup full of ice rocks
Get close to hurt me, not on my watch
Bad bitch but her vibe soft
The nights done
Lights off
I wish you well I never wanna see you not falling off
Couldn't get closure so I'm writing and recording lots
Cup full of ice rocks
Get close to hurt me, not on my watch
Bad bitch but her vibe soft
The nights done
Lights off
My phone still buzz in
Another situation turnt nothing
If I fuck that girl again then I'm a muppet
Knowing it was killing me but shit I had brush it
Sweet boy that's been adjusting
Baby don't go though
Postcode I put that in the app and make my way to you
You still feel a way about my previous behaviours
You keep that pussy warm in lingerie, girl I wait for it
Arguing you put your hands on me and I ain't here for it
This a 1of1 bond don't break it
Special occasions after special occasion
I hate things how they where before it never made sense
I was Fucking with that girl past tense
Drop a lame chick
A12 pure lane shift
She ain't watching numbers or wages
Stay somewhere modern or more ancient
Dancing in the rain ting
The fuck we celebrating
You a different type of fly
Different type of fine
Do all sorta trips
You ain't used to all these flights
You ain't used to a life without Arz in your life
I know Letting time past ain't made whatever happen right
I done what I done outta love not outta spite
Do you want ice in your drink
Are you connection over vibes?
I need to know the ins and out before I make you mine
I still love you lots don't ever forget
Fuck a soul search
My soul hearts
Both times I fell in love I left them both hurt
Smoking on a doja pack
Forgive me if this don't work
I can't say I never tried darling
I remember when it started
Smoking and laughing by bar
And when you left I still smelt you in my car
When I'm at yard I still think about you hard
I fuck with you lots but you take it too far girl
Why you think you gotta shout to get point across
I wish you well I never wanna see you not falling off
Couldn't get closure so I'm writing and recording lots
Cup full of ice rocks
Get close to hurt me, not on my watch
Bad bitch but her vibe soft
The nights done
Lights off
Writer(s): Arz
