Typical Cats - Bitter Cold lyrics

[Verse 1: Qwel] It's all love, so they say But it don't cost and it don't pay Somehow he lost his way up in this maze And the world turned him cold... Love when it pays, hate when it don't Hypocrites we've become But get it, get it if it glitters [?] bitterness [?] young And on stack the madness it's patterns that screech around the sun Big up venus and lie about it, spun Saturn's rungs Rather clung to patterns, as if that is love, but it ain't though That's word, just like they treat love and heat love in bank rolls Take toll of what they give, and forgot what they've gotten It's the rotted crop, they can't stop, it ain't stocked it ain't poppin' Can't glitter, it's not gold, it sounds bitter, singing love Not all accounts can be counted, and just 'cause it can don't mean it does It makes you wonder, and crumble on the humble And ponder on the tunnel of fun once the chariot has swung low Under thunder rumbles the lightning, frightening, talking big just writing Mumble about what they've got coming, or the realest you might get Yo Qwe, light this and pa** to D-Nat and De, expect tightness Dap the fans living life's likeness, at least that's the plan Righteous, some nights fighting the light should've known love Let him get his own frozen soul and cold shoulders shown none World frosted on him, falsely calling out his son's name Neighbors saying he lost in crazy thoughts some days It's all love, so they say But it don't cost and it don't pay Somehow he done lost his way up in this maze And the world turned him cold...