Drip-133 - Harsh hair, crooked fingers lyrics

[Verse 1] Go, no snow But it's gotten cold No coat For the ice that's coming out their throats I know it all too well Don't have to show it They can already tell I'll blow it I've only just come back from hell Don't keep me Staring at each other Crossed knees Swinging through reality Trapeze Go, no show This sh** is getting old They know I'm done walking down this road With all this on my shoulders Slowly losing my composure Losing, losing, I'm losing my composure Losing, losing, I'm losing my composure