DWHB - Colder Every Day lyrics

[Travis] Stick it in brine, man, preserve the track Like crack when you listen, you wishin that it was wack But it's worth a couple racks, at least one plaque Best from coast to coast, even loved by Brak My swag is so loud, man that sh** is deafenin I don't wonder if you're wowed, man that sh** is definite Rap and write, make the beat, all the whistles and bells Orson Welles in this b**h, we do it all ourselves People asking me for f**s, but I don't have none Cause I gave em all away to pretty girls, excuse the bad pun I can't be the only one who wonders what's become Of music as of late, it sounds like f**ing reruns Haters say we ain't the best, but really there's no evidence These ladies bout to get nailed, hope they got their tetan*s Girlies say I owe em one, and I'm like really, hun? I guess I'll throw you a bone like Jack Skellington [Hook] Don't make me bring the rice out You know I ain't afraid Welcome to my icehouse It's colder every day Don't try this sh** at home You'll go right out of control And I'll be there to say I told you so [Andrew] On that cold weather flow Voice little bit scratchy Beard little bit patchy Skin little bit ashy I'm cold like the toilet seat Kissing your a**cheeks But I still got that warmth Like a little kid asking Silly questions all the time Call em Curious George Got a lyrical army Call em my furious horde Attack mode engage, guerilla style Split skulls like bananas, gorilla style It's not far-fetched to say we run this sh** Cause if you name something, we done the sh** Well, not quite everything I never planted a tree Or jumped out of a plane Or dove deep in the sea But I've made some hot tracks, still making more Head bob virginity, I'm taking yours Don't be afraid to feel the groove Just let the beat do what it's supposed to do [Hook] [Dean] Don't make me bring the rice out I'm on a walk with your lady cause it's nice out I can't yet, but one day I'll buy a nice house I smell nice, y'all smell like brussel sprouts I'm tryna get with your girl on the sneak tip Last night she hit me up on some freak sh** I fill the whole hole, like an eclipse You know I made her sing, on some Glee sh** When I step into the booth, I don't pull punches Chilling with my bros, eating expensive lunches Or drinking beer low-key in the cut A few shots and a forty in my gut But it's getting colder now, better step inside The booze running out, we call it low tide So I went to Waffle House and got grits The rice been brought out, get some chopsticks [Hook]