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Tell me why it is that I'm cold
Tell me why it is that I'm cold
Cannibalistic thoughts man I'm feeling pretty gross
And Everybody that claims to know me says I'm looking throwed
But I don't have time to entertain these *** thoughts
Because if they knew me they know my mind is lost
Kinda like the telephone when disconnected
Or an insane asylum staring at these four walls
Someone get the gin
Its not because I need it
I just see a reason to celebrate the fall season
Toast to the Virgos, Toast to the cash
Toast to all the *** that said I'll never last
Damn you a boss
But I don't really see it
Because we're all the same until I make a million
Then everything changes say goodbye to tomorrow
Your cup is looking empty let me fill it with my sorrows
Tears made of glass to say that I don't give a ***
And if Koaf is under pressure
Then I'm just getting heated
Yet I'm still cold someone tell me what I'm feeling
Feeling kinda blue
Feeling kinda blue
Looking kinda dead
Take a gun and *** it
Put a bullet to my head
Here I'm still living
Here I'm still alive, Staring at these other *** *** lookin dry
Take a step back
The world needs my lyrics
The deaf need my hands
And I need the holy spirit
I know that I'm a sinner
Don't claim to be a saint
Right now I'm just a poet see the picture I'm gonna paint
The paper is my canvas, the letters my expression
The words that they form man deliver something touching
Something kinda deep
And if you think its shallow
Then you need to take a puff and think about it mellow
Head up in smoke, eyes looking glazed
I aint even high, I just haven't slept for days
Cops think I'm lying
Begging for a confession
They can kiss my *** and the Feds I know you watching
Everything I do
Everything I say
But I'm just gonna live to see each day
And maybe fall in love with all these different women
Until I find the one we'll be living in the city
White picket fence, American Dream
The year's 2011 let me stick to reality
Can't be about love, I'm all about me
My money speaks volumes but it only speaks to me
Abraham Lincoln
Benjamin Fraklin
All these dead presidents you'll ever see me gay with
You probably think I'm boring and all about my money
I hope you never claim out your mouth that you know me
I got a small circle
I'm not with different crews
I got a bunch of friends but few I call true
The rest are desperately
Just trying to *** with me
A wolf in sheeps clothing
Yeah boy I see ya, can you reach my chopper
Catch me on the moon, On Mars I'm waving at cha
You'll need a scope
And that's just to see, that I replaced the sun
How much bigger can I get?
And if you say you real, then say it with your chest
Tell me why it is that I'm cold Cannibalistic thoughts man I'm feeling pretty gross And everybody that claims to know me says I'm looking throwed But I don't have time to entertain these *** thoughts Cause if they knew me They'd know my mind is lost Kin