Chuuwee - Cold World lyrics

[Verse 1] Cold world twisted The stars have aligned, I don't wanna miss this chance Doing a rain dance, summon riches, summon all of my dead homies Y'all don't wanna miss this and guess it's all just a number's game Wait to struggle just another day, 2 or a 9 f** a number 8 Look to the sun and at my posse like there's gotta be another way to dominate here We're going f**ing crazy This game f**ing me numb I need some novacane I swim good, but I don't f** with Frank And I don't f** with skanks puffing dank Thumb's sore writing verses on my page moving up in rank Better salute a true solidare Ace of spades in a room full of queens and jokes I keep it solitaire And in my mind yo I'm hardly there Rather be the resparating force of the party in my all black diamond And why occupy wall street I can just run up in it balls deep, make sure that they all see Sometimes you gotta drop bombs get loud Throw a storm just to get em hurry up with your coffee We all be, mad sinning and not living right Cheating and kissing our women at the end of the night Robbing and stealing and murdering if we have to It's my life, don't tell me I ain't living it right When the jobs seem sparse and low, n***as buying two fits layaway on they clothes A house catch a repossession cause the bank foreclosed What you give a man just to keep him from selling his soul? How you look a young child in his eye, say no? How you tell a wise man he's just stupid and old? And these secrets in society that go untold Why you think two bushes were the president though? It's all planned I feel as though I got the schematics So come at Chez if you need it. I'm prepared for the static I got one life to lead and the role is dramatic The automatic had my back when sh** got drastic I can't trust a soul when the skin so plastered Like walking a room full with me and trying to find the original This cold world so frigid yo, bundle up keep you a bundle in ya zippy coat [Hook] Things I see in the news give me the blues And make me wanna load up a tool And keep it moving we got to keep on We got to keep warm We got to keep going We will not lose [X2] [Verse 2] I feel the need to purge my soul Since the things got for real, my warm heart went cold 21 and feeling like I'm 45 years old When I awake I hope eternally my eyes stay closed, I can't function Little kids missing and get humped They just care about which celebritante got dumped Gas prices sky rocket and my man got jumped I'm looking into overseas and which land I run to I'm overweighted by the tasks I must do Budget cuts looking like a general f** you Uncle Sam looking like he looking to f** you Clips loaded trying to figure who I send this slug through [Hook x4]