Cold Like Cream (FTB)

(Intro – whispered / spoken)

Yeah… she thought it’d melt away.

But baby, ice don’t melt in hell.

FTB… a thousand times…

Now watch me chill.

(Hook – melodic / icy tone)

I’m cold like cream, I don’t melt no more,

Heart in the freezer, locked that door.

She had me sweet, now I’m bitter core,

FTB — I don’t feel that sore.

Drip too clean when the pain start pourin’,

Cherry on top, my revenge still stormin’.

Cold like cream, she can’t taste this time,

Fuck that bitch a thousand times.

(Verse 1 – dark trap flow)

Used to be sundae love, now it’s doomsday frost,

She licked my soul ‘til the flavor lost.

Now I’m cone’d up, stacking double-cross,

Diamond heart drip, yeah, frost my loss.

I gave her world, she gave me hell,

Now my whip so white like a wish in a shell.

Eyes like sprinkles, sweet but fake,

Now I scoop pain with a gold ice rake.

(Pre-Hook – half-sung)

You can’t unfreeze what you broke inside,

I learned to love my colder side.

(Hook – melodic / cinematic)

I’m cold like cream, I don’t melt no more,

Heart in the freezer, locked that door.

She had me sweet, now I’m bitter core,

FTB — I don’t feel that sore.

Drip too clean when the pain start pourin’,

Cherry on top, my revenge still stormin’.

Cold like cream, she can’t taste this time,

Fuck that bitch a thousand times.

(Verse 2 – deeper / confident tone)

Now I’m scooping silence, topping regrets,

I mix my trauma with designer threats.

Flavor of pain, that’s mint and blood,

Every bite cold, every word I flood.

She textin’ like “we could talk again” —

Nah, girl, I’m lactose to fake friends.

I froze that heart when I lost my trust,

Now I serve peace with a hint of disgust.

(Bridge – soft, echo / breakdown)

Ice cream dreams, they melt too fast,

I just laugh when I think of the past.

Cold heart king, my scoop don’t last,

But my brand too sweet for the trash.

(Final Hook – layered harmonies / outro)

Cold like cream, I don’t melt no more,

Heart in the freezer, locked that door.

She had me sweet, now I’m bitter core,

FTB — that’s folklore.

Drip too clean when the pain start pourin’,

Cherry on top, yeah, the crowd still roarin’.

Cold like cream, I’m divine this time,

Fuck that bitch a thousand times.

(Outro – whispered)

Yeah…

You can taste revenge,

but you can’t handle the cold.

FTB forever.