Ice Tray Blues
He got that ice,
ice,
in the freezer, always.
Thirty-nine degrees outside, but my drink stay cold,
always. Other ones talk diamonds,
mine restocks the trays.
He got that ice.
He got that ice.
Heatwave hit the city,
everybody's fridge went dry.
Not in this apartment,
we got cubes stacked to the sky.
He don't say I love you much.
He doesn't need the words.
He just quietly refills them.
Coldest man I ever heard.
He got that ice,
ice,
in the freezer, always. (always)
Your man got a chain?
Cute.
Mine got a system.
Two trays rotating, crescent shaped,
I never miss him.
When I shake my glass it rattles — that's the sound of
love to me.
He got that ice,
ice.
Clink. Clink.
That's my whole heart.
Clink.