Crossroads Lyrics

I live in a freezer a fan and a heater right next to my bed and a charger in reach

I adjust to the seasons Ill be really heated and cool down real fast with no antifreeze needed

Just whisky and weed and a pad and a beat that’s unknown John Doe on the tag of the toe

I feel like a king in my home with a chalice and a microphone

A cartie to mello my notes the plug only come to my door

I’m hardly away from my home I never need a place to go

Amusing for me it is gold I’m using the music to mine on my

Own

No Coolant we cool with the temp no fuses just fuel from within abusing the price for the rent

I’m use to living the way that I live

No need in leaving the crib

I’m cool In my comfort zone

I’m better when I’m alone

I’m use to living the way that I live

No need In leaving the crib

I’m cool In my comfort zone

I’m better when I’m alone

At the crossroads all in your nostrils

Right when you approach you’re catching all smoke

And I ain’t hostile but i lost hope

Pay the cost yo I’m just a lost soul

With a lasso I’m an asshole but I last long that’s how I’m always pulling back thongs cause I last long

Ain’t no mascot got no mask on

I’m the stoop kid and you stupid if you ever think I’m moving

For a new bitch said it’s too lit when ever I play my music

And you cool with calling blue pigs

Only thing you’re doing is fueling for a new hit

You can use it whenever you’re feeling prudent

I’m use to living the way that I live

No need in leaving the crib

I’m cool In my comfort zone

I’m better when I’m alone

I’m use to living the way that I live

No need In leaving the crib

I’m cool In my comfort zone

I’m better when I’m alone

I’ll sleep until it’s late and awake really early

I drink until I’m sank in a stank of some bourbon

I think that I feel great but by 9 I am hurting

I need another drink so to pour it emerging

Into the kitchen to grab another bottle of Evan Williams

I’m refilling my glass until I’m feeling anything but feelings

Unless I’m feeling some ass or maybe filling a track or maybe kick in it back

Only few ever been welcomed over to the stash spot where I'm living where I'm working

Where I smash thoughts locking up as soon as her fat ass got right back

Out the door where her things dropped

Right back to my throne to the green

Right back in my zone in my seat

Right down to the bone through the meat

Real is all you need on a sergie beat

I’m use to living the way I live