ColeWorld; 100°
It's the way that you're touching our souls
Your words give me warmth when I'm trapped in the cold
It's the dance in the rhythm you sing
It starts with my crown, then moves to my feet
And nothing about out is average
Energy's pure; for us it's the catalyst
To you it may not seem enough
But keeping afloat in this world with no boat
Music's my motor I fuel it Cole and Smoke
You are our snow in 100°
Cooling us down not making us weak
We thank you for shit that you do
cause you lended a hand when nobody knew.
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