Crossroads

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