COLD TEARS E

Here I go again in the wind with my Jet pack. Clock on my feet as I slip Closer to the ground. Fuck a tribe, yo I Dug it down into the forest deep. Now dead in the cut, nothing 'bout them paper Money. Why you telling me about your motherfucking Problems? My second thought that it's gonna worse Than revolving. Knowing that my heat'll blast and I'll pass on the people. They're giving up smoke, Sip my shake and I feel free. Here go again in the wind with my feet As I slip closer to the ground. Yo dug it down into the forest deep. Now dead in the cut, nothing 'bout them paper Money. Why you telling me about your motherfucking Problems? My second thought than revolving. Knowing that my heat'll blast and I'll pass on The people. They're giving up smoke, sip my shake And I feel free.