Blasting Arctic Wind

We were floating on a cloud. Sooner or later, we had to come down.

No matter how hard I try to keep us afloat. Something always comes

up to rock our boat. You was flexin' and your heart was cold.

Acting like the king on a throne of gold. But I saw the cracks,

felt the chill in the air. Waiting for the moment it all goes unfair.

When the script got flipped, don't act surprised when I dip. You wanted me

to heat up, but now we're blasting, Arctic wind. From the highs

to the lows, we crashed and we burned. Lesson learned, tables turned.