But when I’m cold, cold We see people coming See people go This particular timing is extra special I know you might be gone And the world may not know Still, I see you celestial Like a lion you ran Goddess, he wrote

(No chill no chill no) Got no chill tonight People searching for answers While the world's spinning faster They say love is the answer All you see is dollar signs (Dollar signs) You lose your mind, you lose your fucking mind Dollars signs Said fuck this

I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home Mama called about the paper turns out they wrote about me Now my broken heart's the only thing that's broke about me So many people should have seen what we got going on I only wanna put my heart and my life

She likes it my way, my way, My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it Ooh, Ooh, Hey Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing

Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

I'll be thinking about you baby Here's to the good life or so they say All those parties and games that all those people play They tell me this is the place to be All those beautiful people and nothing to see Sometimes I feel like something is gone here

Hey you've got to hide your love away Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say

Used to take people's girl with me (Come here) See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete AP, got it on jet ski (Water) If I take a selfie then it's a wealthy (Rich) Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru) AP, got it on jet

You got to get up If you want to get I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars and I Hate

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the