Going Cold.

I'm a nutjob, stuck in a tough spot,
Lust is enough of a drug for the drug squad
Trust is a must, for when falling in love
Stop, calling up sluts for a nut from a butt job
Rap arrogance has rubbed off
I'm practicing my mugshot
Standing in the mirror with my shirt off, buff Josh
My micra keeps the fire in the glove box,
Tires getting too soft
Liars getting two shots
Wires being tightened, heightened higher than the roof tops,
Insta death if you drop
Better take your shoes off
This sounds like fucking nonsense, but a metaphor for you's lot,
Walking on your life line
Running out of life time
Death is in the pipeline
Meth is in the pipe time
Let the smoke take a hold of your soul, let it go, you'll evolve, leave the world that you know,
and return at your will, do not question what's real, this is all you will feel, the most blissful of chills,
so give in to the cold, and your story be told,
for millennia to come, and millennia to go