III. Cold

Tryna stay sane in this madness
I'm over all the suffering and sadness
Thinking bout yourself, G, Don't pay me no mind
Now I'm running up them dollars cuz I'm running out of time
Tryna stay sane in this madness
I'm over all the suffering and sadness
Thinking bout yourself, G, Don't pay me no mind
Now I'm running up them dollars cuz I'm running out of time

I'm still waiting on that call
We were all supposed to ball
I thought we all gone fuck up the game
And spend some racks at the mall
They took my bro away, I wasn't ready
He would want me to keep pushing steady
I'm caught in my feelings, I need something to make me numb
We used to pour them fours
Now I'm filling up my lungs
Brother got shot same corner where we grew up
Couldn't believe it, dog
Now my head screwed up
Made me realize I need to make a change
And keep my focus aimed down range
I just wanna make a name, Kaybe

Tryna stay sane in this madness
I'm over all the suffering and sadness
Thinking bout yourself, G, Don't pay me no mind
Now I'm running up them dollars cuz I'm running out of time
Tryna stay sane in this madness
I'm over all the suffering and sadness
Thinking bout yourself, G, Don't pay me no mind
Now I'm running up them dollars cuz I'm running out of time

Panic start to set in
Make it vanish
Tryna claim some sanity up in this madness
Feeling surrounded by the suffering and sadness
I had to shed it
Red light split the ego and the dread hit
Running out of mind
And time flies, Are you ready?
No Death mean no fear of the unknown
Finally understand what I gotta do
And I'm not alone
Attachment means the pain grow
I need something to cope
Dopamine flow I'm losing control
Everything is for you Break into the code
Should of never left you in the cold
27 Angels watching from above, fosho

Tryna stay sane in this madness
I'm over all the suffering and sadness
Thinking bout yourself, G, Don't pay me no mind
Now I'm running up them dollars cuz I'm running out of time
Tryna stay sane in this madness
I'm over all the suffering and sadness
Thinking bout yourself, G, Don't pay me no mind
Now I'm running up them dollars cuz I'm running out of time



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Writer(s): Milo Fremont
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