Frostbite

Uh, waking up and reporting

Sorting the day out in my cortex

My vision feelin' distorted

Emotions contorted and pouring all out of my core

But I'm poor and can't afford the toys for my daughter

So I thought of a plan

Hop up in my van and hold the man behind the counter hostage

Tell him to deposit the money in my hand

It's gorgeous but horrific

But I just keep stickin' with it

The clock hits four innit

And I'm all off whippin' in it