歌手:Doja Cat
专辑:《Scarlet》

作词 : Austin Owens/Leonard Latouche/Marcus Rücker/Derek Kastal/Justin Robbins/Adrian Sealy
作曲 : Austin Owens/Leonard Latouche/Marcus Rücker/Derek Kastal/Justin Robbins/Adrian Sealy
It's cold, I mean really cold
But my blood is warm (Blood is warm)
What's inside of me but skull and bones?
Ask the Lord (Lord)
There's a price for yours (Price for you)
What's inside of me now but my soul? (Oh, oh, oh)

Yeah, she said, "The only thing I saw was a record
The only thing I folded under was pressure"
Can I say I digress? You the aggressor
Now y'all say y'all impressed, I'm the successor (Ooh)
I don't need no intervention, don't want your lectures
What's so hard to believe? What is the message?
Talented and I'm driven like you ain't nеver seen
And that's why God blessed mе, you should respect him
You need to mind your buisness, hella potaky
'Cause I'ma do somethin' devilish if you at me
I might hit roof of the coupe door and get the back piece
You too high off that boof to unpack me (Ah)
When I arrive on the set, there ain't no holy water
But when I grind my set, make sure to throw me waters
I'ma make it through twenty-seven, y'all superstitious
I'ma say jinx in my twenty-eight when you owe me sodas

It's cold, I mean really cold (Yeah, oh, woo)
But my blood is warm (Blood is warm, come on, let's go)
What's inside of me but skull and bones? (Let's go, yeah)
Ask the Lord (Ask the Lord)
There's a price for yours ('Cause there's a price for yours, uh-huh)
What's inside of me now but my soul?

Yeah, yeah
Y'all been pushin', "Satan this", and, "Satan that"
My fans is yellin', "Is she rich?" I need that pack
Lookin' like I got some thangs, you hate I have
And trust me, baby, God don't play with hate like that
So you gon' be real upset when he pick Cat
To be the one up on them charts all over the map
And you could keep on tellin' yourself, it's all in my tats
And you could keep on addin' them numbers, and doin' the math
I see y'all preppin' for doomsday, but that ain't San Andreas for them
This ain't a movie, but I know y'all be livin' life like this is a school play
How wet is the moo, babe?
You choke, and it's too late, I turn 'em to blue face
I run on a full tank, can't nobody move me
Bitches cryin' with full face, that's animal cruelty
And I don't need to say it to 'em, I'ma let the paper talk
Gotta elevate the bar, the world's losin' faith, 'cause—

It's cold (Yeah), I mean really cold (I mean, woo)
But my blood is warm (Come on, blood is warm, let's go)
What's inside of me but skull and bones? (Let's go, yeah)
Ask the Lord (Ask the Lord)
There's a price for yours ('Cause there's a price for yours, uh-huh)
What's inside of me now but my soul?