Ice Cr3@m

Lyrics

[Intro] Voice 1: That's why we play so loud Because it doesn't actually hit through the eardrums like most, uh, groups do nowadays Yknow they say "well we're gonna play loud too because they're playin' loud" And they got this real shrill sound, yknow it's really hard We plan for our sound to go inside the soul of the person actually yknow And awaken some kinda thing in their minds yknow Cause there's so many sleeping people Voice 2: Heh, you can call it that [Krispy] Hahahahaha It's Krispy I'm up early in the morn' Don't know this girl in my bed Morning wood was good With that immaculate head No questions, watch her hit the pole - drunk driver Feelin' sorry for them niggas that's dumb They gon' wife her For the unknown treasures That treasure triangle That's why we play single Pop that pussy like Pringles And arch that fuckin' back like a rainbow Sittin' back gotta light this spliff And view this life from that angle Strange women Out in London With their planes spinnin' Brought them in and let them cover the flesh of their main interest Very jaded Heavy faded But she blinded to that fact though [?] the fifth for this I crush up a pill and fill up that black hole Black Sabbath on that idot Mr baby face chilot Eye gleam You know that red beam Fuckin cyclops Feelin' like my pop in '88 In that Iraq Eye-[?] Polo Solo solo with the collar pop Now it's me and Joseph Peter Frampton with a mixtape Shred that shit lil brother While I'm dancin' on the big stage (big stage) Might seem like cheddar in them tight jeans Now watch them girls melt like ice cream [Joey] (Tripper) She kisses from afar So bizarre Tan lipstick I love it when girls approach me It's shows love for sexual revolution Every girl down to have a little fun on the lowkey Expect nothin' Don't send a note Unless you can mail that pussy through an envelope Rockstar obsession She's into the one night Do what the hippies do We only have one life Rollin' stone Rollin' doobies Red wine Barefoot like I'm Tessa Free lovin's on her mind Yellin' "eat love pray" We fuckin' in her warehouse New York City motto Kinda like Madonna in the 90s Lookin' 18 like Apollo Rolled up dollar bill Gettin' silly on that Pablo (Pablo) Parties out in Berlin - swervin' I got some type of magic Magic, like Earving And I just wanna be the next Basquiat (Basquiat) Said I just wanna be the black Keith Richards (Keith Richard's) Electric grips and bad bitches who fuck off energy and vibe Cause they already rich Smokin' J's, finger painting, doin' dope shit, [?] shit I'm vintage, old denim, new Hendrix, half Vincent, two women, tell them tune in Drop out It's Joey and The Renegades (bust in) Black leathers Indian bikes Any day [outro] Goin', Goin', harder than a bitch Goin', Goin', harder than a bitch Goin', Goin', harder than a bitch Goin', Goin', harder than a bitch Goin', Goin', harder than a bitch Goin', Goin', harder than a bitch Goin', Goin', harder than a bitch Goin', Goin', harder than a bitch