Toronto Ice ft. WhiteWitch, False Eyes & YungGastly Lyrics

No hesitation on the beat

I will not stop

I will not drop

Will not retreat

Frustration won't make me cease

Your jealousy a disease

Can't get away with sneak dissn me

Ignore u when u call my name

Don't wanna be around you

Way u turned out what a shame (shame)

You all burnt out on your fame

But u ain't even got none in the first place

I ain't sweet like Russel Stover

Time is up and now it's over

Said u wanna work for no one when u older

Now u a chauffeur and u got nothin show for

How's it feel to be a stupid muthafucka with no talent

Goddamn bitch I couldn't imagine

I Got way too much smoke in my attic

Incense burning with the tv static

WhiteWitch but I do black magic

Cannot relate to them

You can speak your mind I'll tell you bitch I didn't ask

We'll just be statistics to this life up on a graph

Leave with no trace

I'm in a spaceship soaring past this

Hope you have that grip up on your life

That you keep claiming shit

I might blackout

Sitting in an ice storm,

Call me Kevin Kline

Throw your keys inside a bowl,

Like who'd you fuck tonight?

Just questioning intentions for the endings,

None are looking very bright

What the fuck's emotion man,

I threw it in the trash

I could talk about whats real,

But you would never understand

I could talk about tomorrow like

It's written as a fad

My emotion isn't present,

But at least it's not an act bitch

Wait a moment

20 drinks up in my system,

Now I'm floating

What you think about me,

Yes, I think I know that

I might go and roam about just like a nomad

Then I'm golden

I'm boutta make a fucking stain mane,

All this blood on the ice shit I dream about at night,

I'm boutta cut these fucking veins mane,

And slow dance in my room pray the reaper take me soon,

I can't withstand this servitude,

The world has left me cold and nude,

My brain is fucking black and blue,

My thoughts are fucking chopped and screwed,

They always say that they working on a project,

How about we see some mother fucking product,

Riding coattails doesn't count as a skill,

Shit you stole from others is all you can leave in your will,

I am sick of everything inside this town you all be talking,

Imma leave and show this world just what I hid inside my pocket,

Put it right up to the fucking back of my skull,

So you can see my whole world come out my eye sockets,