Young Apollo - Cold lyrics

[Intro: Young Apollo] (Harmonizing) [Hook: Young Apollo] What have I become A cold muf**a Cold cold cold cold muf**a Tell me what you see Cold muf**a Cold cold cold cold muf**a As a be A cold muf**a Cold cold cold cold muf**a They don't love me no more Cold muf**a's Cold muf**a's [Verse 1: Young Apollo] The takes over The breaks over n***a Get off my dick Get off of my blue holders Check Check Check the technique It seems They don't practice what they preach I came like Helen Keller to the game But these lost eyes Realized what remained Rope to my chain Kicks to my chair Set us up to die So there was never a game to share But something changed then A sad world f** the sentimental's now You can't change them So you do it first And now they mimic And they said they made him Tragic If i ever fall from the sky To plummet for d**h That would be magic Wicked tactics But even god made demons Like Michael Homie no Jackson What have I become [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Apollo] Lets take a trip Down memory lane Take a rip Lets start a smoke chain Welcome to the pain Welcome to the slain Welcome my lost kids Tell me are you sane On the edge of the world homie I remain Before I took the steps To tote my success Nobody gave a f** about me then So I had to give a fun about myself But what changed then My mind caged in Open to a world Where light barley cracked in Had a few sips And then they notice Smoked my days away Till a n***a got focused Now the telling me That ain't the way to find hope But nobody seem To bother me Before I had to cope Now they want'a tell me To seek medical attention But get off my penis Ya listening [Hook:]