[Intro – smooth, half-spoken] Yeah… soon as she stepped in, air got thin… Frost on the beat… frost on the beat… [Verse 1 – cocky but silky] She got that slow-walk danger in a midnight glow, Silver on her wrist but her pulse stay low. One glance—yeah, it’s chills on the spine, Sweet like a crime with a twist of decline. I’m tryna keep my cool, but she’s breakin’ the rules, Sip a little deeper and I drown in her pull. [Pre-Chorus – talk-box lift] Ooh she know she slick, know she slick, Cold-cut smile, yeah she know she slick. Frost on the floor when she move in time, Tell me how you scorch me and still draw the line? [Chorus – big, sticky] She got me cold—cold, trembling inside, Hot as a heartbeat but she chills me every time. Frost on the floor when she steps, ice in my veins when she texts, Body on fire but her love run dry—why she cold? Cold—cold, deep in my bones, Pull me in close then leave me alone. Frost on the floor, frost on the floor… Girl you way too warm to be this damn cold! [Verse 2 – playful flex] She hit me with a “hm?” and a snowflake drop, Now I’m out here layered up inside a steamy spot. Crew like “bro, she a blizzard in heels,” But I’m still slidin’ right back—yeah, that’s the deal. Lights start flashing, bassline cracking the room, Touch her just once—winter starts to bloom. [Pre-Chorus – crowd-chant energy] Ooh she know she slick, know she slick (hey!) Cold-cut smile, yeah she know she slick (hey!) Frost on the floor when she move in time, How you heat me up and still draw the line? [Chorus – bigger, layered vocals] She got me cold—cold, trembling inside, Hot as a heartbeat but she chills me every time. Frost on the floor when she steps, ice in my veins when she texts, Body on fire but her love run dry—why she cold? Cold—cold, deep in my bones, Pull me in close then leave me alone. Frost on the floor, frost on the floor… Girl you way too warm to be this damn cold! [Bridge – stripped, then exploding] Girl if you’re ice… I’m kerosene, One little spark and we torch the scene. Say you don’t feel nothin’—that ain’t right, right, right, Say it to my face tonight, night, night… [Final Chorus – chaotic, ad-libs] Cold—cold! (way too cold!) Yeah she cold—cold, damn she cold! Frost on the floor when she step (freeze-freeze!) Body like fire but her heart won’t melt— Girl you lethal, lethal, lethal… Way too warm to be this damn cold! Frost on the floor… frost on the floor… Yeah… she cold.

Crystal Temperature