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to stand alone
The world is like revenge it can be very cold
No man can be an Island that is what I’m told
everything is spinning round just like a Mary go

the litter 
A lost baby 
Cold World 
So Corrupt full of glitter 
Bite ya lip 
But don’t be bitter 
Size of hips
Changes liver 
Look like this you get bottles

Tonight I get no sleep 

You can step back keep track 
Bag sippin 40 
Lap dance tip tap
Cold smashing shorties
But Listen everybody i gotta tell you

I got these feelings spinnin' like a tornado
I can hear my heartbeat playin' on and on
Blinded by the lights, demons in my mind
Now I only need

Follower, there's a leader in you
You don't have to turn around
You don't have to make the news
You don't have to break a heart
Another mother falls

kinda cold
My heart is made of stone
I wake up in penthouses
Them strippers just took my soul
My women is on a pole
My homies is on parole
I slap box

gon' know
That if you keep buildin' glass houses, I'ma have to throw stones
(My heart too cold like Frozone)
(I'll take ya body to the ozone)

that (facts)
Try to tell you saw it too late
Now baby mamas and wifey scrappin’ at the wake
Cold world I always keep the heater close
It be the people

kinda cold
My heart is made of stone
I wake up in penthouses
Them strippers just took my soul
My women is on a pole
My homies is on parole
I slap box

The summer nights can even turn cold
In the streets of Philly where
Niggas don't even get to turn old
My heart pumping till it turn gold
You niggas

Ever since my younger years i had her in my ear
Walked me to pre school and wiped away my tears
The spoken word on beats accompanied by beers

nigga bed
Seen my b.f.f. Turn to Rico made my heart cold
So I pop these percs on the daily, hope it heal my soul
It ain’t did shit make me higher then

in alley
You know
lost soul stuck on the block
Heart cold
My stock grows
When water open the potholes
Strait venting
Yea you know I gotta get my mama

Sinful paths to desolation
The mastery of this procreation
Revel with all misery
To rip their hearts in agony
I see the strength of my world
Those I

got niggas dying left and right and this mine own hood
I can't be the one they smoking in these rolled woods
The world cold got niggas passing like no

if she sound Like she Gargaling

I got beef wit Cupid bitch my heart to cold
I can get my own racks don't need to sell my Soul

Hell nawl ain't no free

sword, stop di cold
Santa know yuh badda than a box of cigarette
Got a big choppa, heart-stopper
No manners, Big Poppa
Don Dadda in Americana
Still

I've had enough 
Playing nice
Yea I'm hated by most 
So Now I'm cold just like the ice in my veins
You've spent your life playing the victim 
Throw

young nigga
Ollies on my deck
Speedin in the i8
Pray I don't wreck
Gotta cold heart
Gotta keep it on patek
Now my wrist froze
Call that icey patek
I'm

Make it look mad fun
I put my heart into it
Tin man do you have one
I make it hot without a skillet bitch I'm betty boot
If I throw it can you catch it

POWER THROUGH AND FOUND A TREASURE WHERE MY HEART CAN BREAK FOR YOU
WE LIVED UP IN AN ATTIC
THE COLD WOULD SWIRL INTO THE FRAME
I COULD BE LIKE A FURNACE

how you feel inside
And if u catch the vibe
Baby u been down for a minute
My heart is cold the windows gon stay tinted
Crumble through madness is

those thighs
Ooh I know it's heaven waiting for me
Ooh
So tell me where have you gone?
In the big city all on your own
Diamond in the rough, heart made

Yeah, now I'm numb to it all
But all the shit I been through yeah it fucking left me scarred
Yeah you miss the old me but now I don't got no heart