Frostbite Lyrics

Fuck, fuck

Yeah, yeah, there he is

There go that runnin' from a checker, the cigarette stealer, the liquor spiller

The pink tick kicker, the cat without the whiskers, bumpin' my head to Miller

Step to me I'ma get ya walkin' funny like blisters

The one and only, 4pm getter-upper

Jump right in the stu, bags packed and a puffer jacket around my shoulders

I'm one cold mothafucka

I'm one cold mothafucka

I get so consumed I forget I'm in this bitch

Like the fries in the oven almost burnt the fuckin' house down

Next thing you know it's midday and I've been up for 20 straight

Like the O2 Oakland A's, thinkin' what now

Time to start descending into madness I guess

Time to put lil baby logic back in his crib

They gon' call me selfish for this

But from the bottom of my heart, I don't give a shit

When the lights get low and the streets get cold and I'm so far gone what I had was gold

Now I'm on my own with a bust up phone and the liquor I stole from the girls next door

When the lights get low and the streets get cold and I'm so far gone what I had was gold

Now I'm on my own with a bust up phone and the liquor I stole

I'm a fuckin asshole

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

There go that dirt road swerver, the litterer, the burner, the face scruncher

The problem runneth fromer, the friend stresser, the room messer, the glass breaker, the mess maker

The one and only, 1am goin' missing, head first in the dark with Smirnoff and a mission

There's only one thing for my frostbitten condition

Call up the one that grab the rock like Alex Honnold and pass it like Rajon Rondo

Discreetly and pronto, Toronto Bismack Biyombo packed into his jacket like a trombone

He said meet me in the jungle, left with the lions share

It's six hours till it get light and I'm feelin' like

I don't care if the credits start to appear, my life would be a one star movie anyway right

Stick to the script meet the bottom of abyss without a scratch or a stitch, nah

I ain't no fuckin bitch nah

Rather do some dirt before I end up in a ditch gone

Break into a bank, flip the safe and burn the money, just because it's funny

Open up the suicide door like Joe coming, tell my black dog to get in we're road trippin'

Spinnin' out on a back road, my nose runnin'

Cold hard cash I've been skiing with that note

Don't believe a word I be scheming with facts though

Picasso on my arm with some silver, I'm that dope nigga

Laugh about it, take another sip and drive back home

They gon' call me selfish for this

But from the bottom of my heart, I don't give a shit

When the lights get low and the streets get cold and I'm so far gone what I had was gold

Now I'm on my own with a bust up phone and the liquor I stole from the girls next door

When the lights get low and the streets get cold and I'm so far gone what I had was gold

Now I'm on my own with a bust up phone and the liquor I stole

I'm a fuckin asshole

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me