Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Cold, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Too Cold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.03.2005
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Too Cold |
| I’m too cold, I’m too cold, I’m too cold |
| I’m too old, I’m too old, I’m too old |
| And it shows, and it shows, and it shows — |
| And you know, and you know, and you know |
| Sometimes I hate myself; |
| sometimes I love myself |
| Sometimes I hate myself; |
| sometimes I love myself |
| Ah wh' the fuck, man? |
| We can’t stay bruk, man |
| We never stuck, man |
| We on the up, man |
| I do my nut, man |
| Puke up my gut, man |
| I’m a such and such, man |
| I don’t know much, man |
| I pay my dues, man |
| Now I’m confused, man: |
| Scabby vampires wanna run, come along come use man |
| The same old news, man |
| We bring the blues, man |
| My baby left me because I wouldn’t buy new shoes, man |
| We win or lose, man |
| Don’t ask me for a twos, man |
| Buy your own fags, man |
| Mind you get stabbed man |
| Don’t you see that we some big broad bad man |
| Born and bred in this ‘ere big broad bad land |
| Known all over the world as a mad man |
| Life is hard but it’s just too bad man |
| Sometimes I hate myself. |
| sometimes I love myself |
| Sometimes I hate myself, sometimes I love myself |
| I spoke with my money |
| This ain’t a joke money |
| Banana boat money |
| Banana vote money |
| Food on a plate money |
| Real or fake money |
| Lose or take money |
| At times I hate money |
| It’s money that makes money makes people act funny |
| Civilized men start to act gunny-gunny |
| Take your life in a second with the right kind of money |
| Life in the west we obsessed by money |
| Mind how you worship, you can’t be blessed by money |
| I do the best with all my money |
| Progress with my money |
| Invest with my money |
| Touch breasts with my money |
| Get sex with my money |
| Get vexed with my money |
| Respect for my money means I feed my tummy |
| Blessed be my pound, get my food damn yummy |
| Sometimes I hate myself, sometimes I love myself |
| Sometimes I hate myself, sometimes I love myself |
| Rhyme scholar from the school of the hooligan |
| Backing out the toolie when shit get too hectic |
| Smacking up dem bwans turn dem bwans epilectic |
| I’m on some next shit |
| Dudes respect it |
| I’m the eclectic |
| Known for my eccentrics |
| You can’t prevent this I’m the God blessed God sent this |
| UK rhyme saviour? |
| No never quite! |
| That was just some media totality hype |
| I ain’t the best MC, or the worst MC |
| But I got certification I’m the first MC |
| I flip the flip, the new flip, the old flip |
| I zip my lip but I still sip my get-drunk-quick |
| Dun done this shit |
| That’s the bwan Smith |
| Nothing to prove |
| Mad at the moon |
| Latidude, longitude |
| Loving these brews |
| Upset too many crews with all of my views |
| Roots Manuva? |
| Who the hell is it? |
| MC, MC |
| And furthermore that’s the only MC |
| The only MC |