Cold Drip

Chorus

Scoop up the chill, yeah, melting in my hand

Sweet on my tongue, but I’m running outta plans

Frost on my lips, drip drops on the dash

Cruisin’ real slow, colored swirl in a flash

Post-Chorus

Cold drip, slow sip

Ice cream, night trip

Verse 2

Midnight cones and a sticky wheel

Dreams drip down, but the pain still real

Strawberry scars, vanilla on the sides

Broken sundays, but I ride and I slide

Pre-Chorus

Edges melting, summer in my mouth

Counting all the flavors that I found in the south

Wait for the rush, but it’s over too soon

White gold stains and a ride past the moon

Chorus

Scoop up the chill, yeah, melting in my hand

Sweet on my tongue, but I’m running outta plans

Frost on my lips, drip drops on the dash

Cruisin’ real slow, colored swirl in a flash

Post-Chorus

Cold drip, slow sip

Ice cream, night trip