Chuuwee - Cold World lyrics

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 fuck a number 8
Look to the sun and at my posse like
There's gotta be another way to dominate here
We're going fucking crazy
This game fucking me numb
I need some novacane
I swim good, but I don't fuck with Frank
And I don't fuck 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
Niggas buying two fit's 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 shit 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


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


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 fuck you
Uncle Sam looking like he looking to fuck you
Clips loaded trying to figure who
I send this slug through