FrostyOfficial - Titanium lyrics

Cold spaces, three bases
Why I haven’t gone to second
Phase, seven days
End up dead like Billy Mays
Feeling defeat, pleasure to meet
Feel the burn on your face as it
Heat, bullets fly as you turn to cooked meat
Yea
Treat the gods as your mother and your father
Slit the throats of the people near the altar
I’m sorry you had to blow up like Uranium
But the bullets better be made of Titanium

Death comin fast with this pathogenic
Gotta go fast, better be like sonic
Bout to be a clash, better take a tonic
Bodies on the floor, just like an epidemic
Every mothafucka, be living in the fear
End of the world, coming to a fuckin near
Living in defeat, we all gonna die
Hitting with a sign, it’s gonna be severe
Called in the matter
We be playing chutes and ladders
Force to make bars
Cause the rise of mumble rappers
Thinking too much
Make the brain break and shatters
Think I'm shit
Maybe I could KO you some manners
Venom in the brain, made my daddy insane
We coming down to the lane with the pain
Bring in the gods, another player slain
Seal you out like another glass windowpane
So many rings, I don’t see my fingers
Creeping slow, as the dark kinda lingers
Make you insane
Now you pull the damn trigger
Goddammit, now I’m on Jerry Springer

Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
All these rappers going pops
Only one eye, like a cyclops
Watch as the corpse drops
Feel the fame, why so tame
What you do is to blame
Now your head down in shame
Take a gun and a life you claim
I sing softly to sound of my melody
I recollect all that miserable memory
Ima go on, and win a fuckin grammy
Ima win it for my actual family

Cold spaces, three bases
Why I haven’t gone to second
Phase, seven days
End up dead like Billy Mays
Feeling defeat, pleasure to meet
Feel the burn on your face as it
Heat, bullets fly as you turn to cooked meat
Yea
Treat the gods as your mother and your father
Slit the throats of the people near the altar
I’m sorry you had to blow up like Uranium
But the bullets better be made of Titanium