Cold Sweats Video (MV)

Hold up, I don't even know what I want
There's a bag of pills
And there's a mix of drugs
And an uber pulling up front
We all know we about to sin
So I just wanted to talk
If I take it over the edge
Just make my landing pad real soft
Bitch don't you touch my phone
This convos private
These drugs just hit my chest
Feels like I'm flying
Is you seeing double?
Cause I'm seeing double
Feels like I'm tryna talk to God
I'm getting cold sweats
Picking up the phone
Just to send a text to you
You used to be my everything
My every little thing on every
God damn f*cking day
Tryna talk to God from the top floor
Already did my share so f*ck it
Ima take some more
I've done broke so many hearts
With bitches tryna settle scores
Lucky I got niggas
Tryna keep me on my course
Been on this shit so long
Forgetting what the day is
I'm tryna find God in a face lift
With some bitches who just found
Their way upstairs from the basement
Dear god, why the f*ck am I so shameless?
Cold sweats
Picking up the phone
Just to send a text to you
You used to be my everything
My every little thing on every
God damn f*cking day
I'm getting cold sweats
Picking up the phone
Just to send a text to you
You used to be my everything
My every little thing on every
God damn f*cking day
Tryna talk to God
But he won't read my texts
Tryna talk to God
But he won't read my texts
Tryna talk to God
Tryna talk to God
But he won't read my texts
Now I'm tryna figure out
What to do next
Tryna talk to God
Tryna talk to God