Warm Brew - Loose Ends lyrics

Verse One 55 Degrees is cold to me Yeah 55 is cold to me You know where I live And since I'm in the friend zone I'm callin' the sis But when I'm in the endzone she's holdin' my dick I better handle it now before I'm in too deep But right before I die I wanna skeet two freeks I got one sheet of paper called fifty things I better handle it now Problems tend to surround me I dance in my room when no ones around me Like Bobby how I let sh** build up It's like a hobby how I let sh** build up I write a couple letters so the wounds get sewn up And that's not [?] if I ever do blow up That's if I ever do blow up I bet I better do blow up Chorus Loose Ends, loose ends, loose ends, loose ends Verse 2 Standing in my four corner room staring at whatever My mood sorta like the weather My dudes in the studio getting better All of the while a n***a tripping so some b**hes want some liquor just to mellow me out He found a hell of a doubt The devil entered the crowd sh** just like a cherry router I had to cut sh** out And develop an enery Negativity was affecting the lesser me Time to stand up, cut loose of the dumb sh** Open up my mind and head in the dungeon Cut it off Chorus Verse 3 So you wanna be a baller, shot caller? Rock chains and frames Designer names and thangs They stop calling So you all in You scraped up all your change just for some groupie dames You could be one of a kind to find the goddess of god But you as common as [?] who get k**ed on his job Ramon in the hall so lay back Cause it ain't nothing to put a motherf**ing tenth to the lax Drop lives on imitators And puff, we'll feel the vapors And d**h papers ain't scary Judge we seen them before That's why I could never hate on what another man do How he manage to eat meals, keep the head under roof Cause most of these n***as is kangaroo Flip flop, his jock Is what they hoppin' on Cause they on it, they think it's hip hop The tip top is pretty lonely when you get there But I'm pretty positive my peeps and posse do not care As I prepare to enter the realm To more cases of Bel I'm done with all that falling down sh**, man I already fell So tell Pharrell man I need a route But I'm still happy happy for him and for me and you For us it's been so long since we've been on the cusp I'm cutting off the loose ends like spoiled kids and the crust n***a This is the year of the broke That's probably foreign to you Like when [?] Chorus