This shit has got my soul
Suicide attempts in the hole
She got up, smarted at her mother and brother, felt the cold
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,
I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor
Patching the hole you tore in rap with your whack beats and swagger
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,
Studio fifty four if we get the props right
The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,
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