threw the hoody on my back and laced up the timbs woolie shields the eye dont wanna see those sins its a cold world... gotta stay in top form dont worry, got the burner by my side to keep me warm but on the outside, its a differnt world roll the blunt son, i got a date with pearls the hit and run, cant do it sober but the bitch will fear when the wind whispers October whos colder im polar, bones are creaking. whos speaking the breathe flows from those nose are leaking so i cant see, except how they breathe cause i roll with thieves, who rock long sleeves so when they bleed i read ice grills in need and take notes from the throats that beg and plead melt snow before it touch the ground when i throw the heat around bang bang bang. man down to the ground slumped up, dont bogart the dutch we got work to put in, dont wanna lose my touch burner warms my hands up, sherm lets it loose at men ya world was yours, now its mine, back to lexington im the real snowman, fuck ya next of kin cash rules back to the spot on Lexington cold blooded take it back for a track to spot on lexington tight clutch, raise up, aiming one shot, blocks hot, to the spot on lexington this leathers tough, no blood stains on skin *blow* blow till my lips turn blue roll the blunt son i got work to do need to warm up, the heat from the light of a dutch could be just what i need to keep the fire in touch