Yo! I ain't here for the money, I ain't here for the fame Though it might be nice to own a jet-plane I'ma do it all for you, come along you'll see it's true But the road is pretty cold, you might need a sweater too
I'ma put it right on ya, kid from California Tryna make it in life, school that never taught ya Dreams of my own, I've been working from home I can do it on my own, but sometimes it gets cold- like
[Chorus: The Neighbourhood] It's too cold for you here and now So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater [x2] (Cause it's cold outside and I don't know why) (I'm just living my life) [x2] (Nothing what it seems, I've got a pocket full of dreams) (In a world about to freeze so I'll enjoy the warm breeze) (I'm just living my life) [x2]
[Verse 2: Ivan B] There's nothing I want more, nothing else I want to see Grab a mic, get in the stage and kill it on the scene Persevering for my team, so they can acquire cream [< ???] Find out what the works pays off really mean Living life to a dream, my peers wouldn't believe But I'm running out of breath and I forgot how to breathe It's been colder than ever, nothing like I remember Like Spring is the winter and everyday is like December
So, bring out your coats, bring out your sweaters There's no telling when this weather is gonna get better Cause, I remember the moments when I was thought as a joke Now they giving me handshakes, saying it was a joke But I ain't joking around, I'm trying to give you a hope But you could do it if you wanted, man you drive your own road Yeah, a notebook full of raps by the end of every class Yeah, it's my formula for life, not the formula to math- like
[Chorus: The Neighbourhood] It's too cold for you here and now So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater [x2] (Cause it's cold outside and I don't know why) (I'm just living my life) [x2] (Nothing what it seems, I've got a pocket full of dreams) (In a world about to freeze so I'll enjoy the warm breeze) [?]?] (I'm just living my life) [x2]
It's too cold It's too cold The holes in my sweater