Temperature (2015) Lyrics

The temperature callin' me

Hotter than lava, I'm meltin' around the cheese

Need the nachos for harmony

Break off the chips and don't ask where the guac'll be

Buy a crib where the lottery is

Fuck all ya property, bitch

In ya house with my PJs and slips, homie you got the evict

Tearing me down, uh

Tell me you care for me now, say I'm celebrity bound

Breaking my enemies down

Shake 'em so heavy then bounce

Lately the chemistry in my head simply won't mix

Problems as big as my dome is

Confidence mixed with pneumonia

This cold world hittin' my phone with

Power trippages out the dividends

Tell me how the fuck your allowance fitting in

To the vision, better get accountants in

For amounts that's missing from so called friends

No context for the whole contents of ya plan

You think it's fun or a scam

Whole bunch of clowns, shit is a festival line up but who put me under the bands

Lately I count on the voodoo

They hope I get stuck and my outlet is through with you

Wow

Paranoid - got me wasted, seemingly sticking around like a hula hoop

I saw your Heel side when you turned villain but baby it's mountains I move for you

Wrestle these demons, they dashing but I take the baby face outta the picture like BLOUW

Looked over my shoulder, they're gone

Over my shoulder they're gone

The world's gettin' colder at home

It's gettin' colder at home

Looked over my shoulder, they're gone

Over my shoulder they're gone

The world's gettin' colder at home

It's gettin' colder at home

The temperature callin' me

Hotter than lava, I'm meltin' around the cheese

Need the nachos for harmony

Break off the chips and don't ask where the guac'll be

Buy a crib where the lottery is

Fuck all ya property, bitch

In ya house with my PJs and slips, homie you got the evict

Alone and I'm gone without puffin' shit

I'm losin', fuck a hole in one I'm stuck in it

I feel my self esteem and dreams takin' a crushing hit

Hopin' I run this ship but I can't seize shit when I ain't in sync

So I been thinkin' a bit about hanging it up and takin' my L

To stay up in hell and then gaze at myself

They makin' they cake I'm just baking my cells

Don't fake it, I swear but I'm fakin' this shit til I stare in the mirror

Then I realize I'm a mere... mortal

I feel like everybody's dying, everybody's dying

I read the news and practically can hear the sirens

In my head, so the mess that I make is quiet

There's no meat on my bones, I need a change of diet

I been back and forth all day with my consciousness

Whether I should kill the shit forever and never revive the shit

It's ominous, but I'm fallin' for debauchery

And the depression that's in my economy as a monopoly

I hope it's not just me