Happy losing all of my mind
They tell me I'm too hard to find
Tell me, am I?
How can that be true if you're mine?

Hoping I'll be chosen
Body so still, you'd think that I'd been frozen
You'd think that I'd been frozen
You'd think that I'd been

Yeah, hypothermia, my hyperbole
Feel like Serbia, I shot Hercules
I'm a murderer, dirty thirty
I can make it dirtier, urgent surgery
Or Hershey Hearse
.50 cal in the Virgil murse
Fifty thou', that's a turtle verse
When I get around if I find the time
I ain't even leaving now but (I'm busy now)

A typical day, a temperature drop
I flick on the tube, a bitch-ass cop
Gripping the tool but we ain't watching Home Improvement
Co GV my influence has brought the fumes in
Writing my woes in the kite through the institution
Fighting the cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only 2-1 cells
Six by eight, forty-eight square feet, give or take, that's bleak
They tried to tell me choose that or the street
Or you be dead, or something stupid, I don't know what they had said
Text a nigga, what came first, the chicken or the egg?
Fuck I care unless you splittin' a thigh or a leg
Kool-aid red, it's snowin' on the bluff and Boulder Crest
Lift a pole North at your nose and open gifts
Check a nigga temperature froze
Blood tricklin', melt in the snow
I'm numb so I've never felt it before

I'm alright
I feel it all
Think that I'd been frozen

Yes, I'm alright
Just complacent
Think that I'd been frozen

Lately, I been feeling like I might have lost my mind
Only thing that I got in this life is time, the bottom line is
Ain't nothin' worse than time with an idle mind, yeah, uh
Don't talk to me crazy like I ain't that, uh, yeah
Still watching my pockets like they ain't fat, uh, yeah
Still calling me crazy, but when in fact
I got my hand on the gat, the other on rap
Before 'Rona, was wearing masks
Me and JID brought James to Atlanta
Took him to JJ's and had him turnt by the end of the day
End up hitting a lick for two nights and then went to the bank
Stop by the Texaco on Brusher, shawty, shot up the tank
I looked at it and sped, he didn't catch his gun in the air
Then he ended my life and shot JID in the back of his head
He killed his both, or did he do it? Maybe, I'm the one who had the gun
And maybe I made it up
Ok, maybe you're right, I am crazy, I'm sorry
Or maybe I'm not
Maybe I'm just adolescence that's made in a box
Go bang at the park in Atlanta, staying in the pot
And I'll kill you, fuck if I'm famous or not (crazy)
And I'm feelin' all like frostbite, feet in the snow
Now Hotlanta don't feel so hot anymore
Now I'm frozen, neck frozen, my girl bad, my sex frozen
Neck open, ice in my lungs now, too far from the sun now (think that I'd been frozen)
Yeah

Yes, I'm alright
Just complacent
Think that I'd been frozen

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Writer(s): Andre Jones, Destin Choice Route, James Blake Litherland