Sandpeople, Illmac - Cold Numbness lyrics

Cold numbness i know something’s
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Cold numbness i know something’s up
What the fuck is wrong with me?

I could give two shit's about your two cents
My crew ruthless, keeping ‘em tuned in
To that new shit, Green Tape
Banging out your speakers, exclusive
You too cool for this?
You hanging out with tweakers, I’m saying
What y’all be Tweeting is lame
Everybody a beast on the beat
Until it’s actually playing
These little faggots keep on
Mentioning the Sandpeople name
Like they mad at us 'cause we on
Top and that ain’t gon’ change

Light it up and smoke it
Flyer than I’m supposed to be
On my old shit, why are standing close to me?
I’ve been fortunate
Forcing this no limit poker style
Down the throats of these poor cynics
Huh, we let these haters keep chirping
We still around, so it ain’t really working
Y’all let us down, we let it ride
You don’t like what the fuck we gotta say
You can get in line

Inside my dome, I know two people
I try to break ‘em down
But it goes too deep though
I ain’t ready to touch the abyss
And too many motherfuckers looking
Up to the kid
Got a life, got a wife, and a couple of kids
The cup will runneth over
But the cup’s got a lid
I can destroy or construct with my gift
Just wanna live in peace
But it doesn’t exist

Cold numbness i know something’s
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Cold numbness i know something’s up
What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’m ballsy always going ball deep
Compensating for my male pattern balding
The drank got me through the thick and thin
It takes more muscle to frown
I’m getting big yeah, I’m pissed on the rag
You a bitch, a bitch on the rag
You a kid with some kids on the way
I’m Eastbound & Down, peep out the pitch

I’ve been knowing my status is problematic
I’ve been told that these habit's
That of an addict
I can no longer keep my madness contained
Walk the streets screaming at no one
Stop to ask you for change
Like, "You got a quarter? Thanks
Now what else you got?"
Slit your vocal cords in case you
Try to yell for cops
To help you, shit, help me
I need enough for a prostitute, a nice room
And some soap to wash myself clean
If I’m caught
I need enough for a divorce attorney
You didn’t know I was this dirty, did you?
Well, someone said, since I’m white
I’m a wannabe Eminem
Might as well give into ‘em, now look
I’m sobered up and everything

If I wear all white everything
I’m tryna let the dirt show
All black’s to cover up the
Blood of a turncoat
You might’ve heard the way I make orange
And gray out of a purple aid
During every commercial break ‘til
The green burns away they got jokes
But ain’t nobody laughing with ‘em
Placing your finger in my smoke
Is a bad decision
I make ish happen that a different algorithm
An houred vision, I’ve gone nuts
And I’ve brought the allen wrenches
I see it as a plus to have a few screws loose
I’m not held down
I can be hell-bound if I choose to
I mean, do what suit's you
I live life to tie together pin
Stripes and let the truth loose

Cold numbness i know something’s
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Cold numbness i know something’s up
What the fuck is wrong with me?

Fuck a loss, I’m a sore winner
A couple acorns short of a (Umm…)
Fuck a metaphor, stick a fork in ‘em
It’s forbidden to war with us in Portland
Where my life is important and yours isn’t
For the record, I sort of meant it
It’s not being cocky
Everybody had thought it before I said it
And that’s a line that I swore I’d edit
Fuck it, I just spit this
Shit 'cause you listening
Who’s more pathetic?
Shit, I’m looking forward to the
Morgue I’m heading to (Why?)
'Cause I’m bored to death of you
(Fuck your perspective)
Stupid me, my face in the mirror stunned like
Who would think that they
Were the weird ones?
Na ah, nuh uh, I take no blame
Nada, nuh uh, forget the whole thing
I treat your life like it never happened
Wash my hands of it
Not thinking twice of my selfish actions

I feel like jumping off a roof and shit
Don’t say you relate, I’m fucking crazy
I might actually do this shit (Do it then)
If I lose my grip, I might lose my grit
And shoot and miss (Whoops, I slipped)
I hear a lot you sayin’ to me
If it ain’t about guap or making some cheese
It ain’t a conversation to me
I don’t need to dumb down the game
Yea, Illmac the best
Now get the fuck out my face