Lyrics:
You're calling my name
But I'm only responding to Slater
Now vacant and spaced out
My daily irradiates pain
In my basement escaping my brain
With
pen, I tell the story of Salpêtrière
Dissonant again, and shown disorganized, without a prayer
Cornered by a psyche in a world that never truly ends
Back in Hollywood again
I hope to see you again-you again-you again
Smoke everywhere car broke down by the bridge light when out
I've been thinking I
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out
of a vast green forest. and in the forest there were
birds
who fuck with hoes, do pills and powder socially
I like 'em, I don't love 'em though, cold heart emotionally
Had me where the ocean is, ridin' in
on faces, walk in the wet and cold
And look forward to my growing old
To grow old is to change
To change is to be new
To be new is to be young again
I
Yeah
XO, guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow, keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
On a,
this I can see it in shorty face
No footprints in the snow ski mask my bro not showing face
If i forgot how cold I am I got it co-signed
Then seeing what
I was lost until I found my way
Stuck in the trap again finally found my lane
Run up them racks again realist nigga out my way
Free my gang out
to rapping hot
You must be out of your element
No one's coming close to
My character development
I'm powered by the sun
You're some emo lacking melanin
You'd
hoe in town
I was counting up
Yeah they try to count me out
Bet them fuck niggas wanna switch now
I won't quit now, take a nigga whole bitch now
Iced
Was in a dark place back then
I was toxic, then I was toxic to someone else
I was haunted by the hills (oh yeah, yeah)
I couldn't give you my all,
Like a merry go around
So man up and down a May Pen
Like a doctor one by one me just lose me patience
Trust and Love nuh deh again come like that
a cigarette and smell the weather
It is getting cold, cold, cold, yeah real chilly
Got to find a place to sleep in the heart of north philly
Sure don't want
of town"
Well by 1985, I was as cold as cold could be
But no one's underground to dig me out and set me free
'87 socialism gave way to socialisin'
So
cold, my skin is frozen
Baptism crystallized out of pain
I see the starving children's eyes
I know them and the want they all want is the same
Take me
to school but now
You don't go because
You're scared she's gonna leave
Him home alone you walking in the crib and
She passed out again
Your nephew crying
the acid in a soda
Ice box chest
Heart Cold, Minnesota
Boss Man
Pull up, up it, dumbing bout payola
I want big knots
Talking big guap
Cash out on sick drops
thing-thing)
(Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in
my car got broke in
System stolen, window broken
Uh, and now my window's broken
And I feel cold when the wind blows cold in
I tried to block it out
in
Here we go again
Above and beyond, electric like Elon
So cold drinking Freon
They like damn, what's he on
Stepping on the beach like doo doo doo
come back
The darkness pulled him in and yanked him by his back
A wise young mind killed by the system
A wise young mind that lost all it’s wisdom
The days are short but they seem to last too long
When I'm still cold by the fire
I need the temperature higher
And it wont be long til the sun stays
long before I had your trust again
I opened up the doors when it was cold outside
Hopin' that you'd find your own way in
But how can I protect you
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