作词 : James Blake Litherland/Destin Route/Andre Jones

作曲 : James Blake Litherland/Destin Route/Andre Jones

Happy losing all of my mind

They tell me I'm too hard to find

Tell me, am I?

How can that be true if you're mine?

Hoping I'll be chosen

Body so still, you'd think that I'd been frozen

You'd think that I'd been frozen

You'd think that I'd been

Yeah, hypothermia, my hyperbole

Feel like Serbia, I shot Hercules

I'm a murderer

Dirty 30

I can make it dirtier

Urgent surgery

Or Hershey hearse

.50 cal in the Virgil murse

Fifty thou, that's a turtle verse

When I get around

If I find the time

I ain't even lie but

A typical day

A temperature drop

I flick on the tube

A bitch ass cop

Gripping the tool, but we ain't watching Home Improvement

Co GV my influence has brought the fumes in

Writing my woes in the kite through the institution

Fighting the cold, he got life, but he 22, shit

22 below, only 2-1 cells

6 x 8, 48 square feet, give or take that's life

They tried to tell me choose that or the street

Or you be dead, or something stupid, I don't know what the hell said

Text a nigga, what came first, the chicken or the egg?

**** I care unless you splittin' a thigh or a leg

Kool-Aid Red, it's snowin' on the bluff and Boulder Crest

Lift a pole North at your nose and open gifts

Check a nigga temperature froze

Blood tricklin', melt in the snow

I'm numb so I've never felt it before

I'm alright

I'm feelin' like

Think that I'd been frozen

Yes, I'm alright

Just complacent

Think that I'd been frozen

Lately I been feeling like I might have lost my mind

Only thing that I got in this life is time

The bottom line is ain't nothin' worse than time with an idle mind

Yeah, uh

Don't talk to me crazy like I ain't that, uh, yeah

Still watching my pockets like they ain't fat, uh, yeah

Still calling me crazy, but when in fact

I got my hand on the gat, the other on rap

Before all us were wearing masks

Me and JID brought James to Atlanta

Took him to JJ's and had him turnt by the end of the day

End up hitting a lick for two nights and then went to the bank

Stop by the Texaco on Brusher

Shawty shot up the tank

I looked out and he sped

He didn't catch his gun in the air

Then he ended my life and shot JID in the back of his head

He killed his both or did he do it, maybe I'm the one who had the gun

And maybe I made it up

Ok maybe you're right, I am crazy, I'm sorry

Or maybe I'm not

Maybe I'm just adolescence that's made in a box

Go bang at the park, and Atlanta stays in the pot

And I'll kill you, **** if I'm famous or not (Crazy)

And I'm feelin' all like frostbite, feet in the snow

Now Hotlanta don't feel so hot anymore

Now I'm frozen, neck frozen, my girl bad, my sex frozen

Neck open, ice in my lungs now, far from the sun now

Yeah

Yes, I'm alright

Just complacent

Think that I'd been froz