Homies Where the Heart Is - Spraynard

It gets so cold inside this building

Arcade games make my head hurt

Carvers on my mind as another kid pulls on my shirt

You took a needle for me and I watched your skin bleed as the ink became part

of who you are

Without you, wed lose our hearts

Without you

You replace the cold that this building holds

You make contentment stay

Without you, wed lose our hearts

Without you