[Intro: James Blake]
I've been 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?
Hopin' I'll be chosen
Body's so stooped, you'd think that I'd been frozen
You'd think that I'd been frozen
You'd think that I'd been
[Verse 1: JID]
Huh, yeah, hypothermia, my hyperbole
Feel like Serbia, I shot Hercules
I'm a murderer
Dirty-thirty, 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 (When I get around)
If I find the time, I ain't busy now but (Busy now)
A typical day, a temperature drop
A flick on a tool, a bitch ass cop
Grippin' a tool, but we ain't watchin' Home Improvement
Cole/JID vid, my influences bought the views in
Writin' my woes, send a kite through the institution
Fighting a cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only two-one, sell six buy eight
Forty-eight square feet
Give or take, that's weak
They tried to tell me choose that or the street
Or you be dead or somethin' stupid
I don't know what they had said
Test a nigga, what came first, the chicken or the egg?
Fuck I care, unless who's splitting the thigh or a leg?
Kool-Aid red, there's snowin' on the bluff and Bouldercrest
Lift the pole north at your nose and open gifts
Check a nigga temperature froze
Blood tricklin', meltin' the snow
I'm numb so I never felt it before
I've been 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?
Hopin' I'll be chosen
Body's so stooped, you'd think that I'd been frozen
You'd think that I'd been frozen
You'd think that I'd been
[Verse 1: JID]
Huh, yeah, hypothermia, my hyperbole
Feel like Serbia, I shot Hercules
I'm a murderer
Dirty-thirty, 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 (When I get around)
If I find the time, I ain't busy now but (Busy now)
A typical day, a temperature drop
A flick on a tool, a bitch ass cop
Grippin' a tool, but we ain't watchin' Home Improvement
Cole/JID vid, my influences bought the views in
Writin' my woes, send a kite through the institution
Fighting a cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only two-one, sell six buy eight
Forty-eight square feet
Give or take, that's weak
They tried to tell me choose that or the street
Or you be dead or somethin' stupid
I don't know what they had said
Test a nigga, what came first, the chicken or the egg?
Fuck I care, unless who's splitting the thigh or a leg?
Kool-Aid red, there's snowin' on the bluff and Bouldercrest
Lift the pole north at your nose and open gifts
Check a nigga temperature froze
Blood tricklin', meltin' the snow
I'm numb so I never felt it before
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