Too Cold (Nightmares On wax Remix radio edit)

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 what the -, 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 bored bad land Known all over the world as a madman Life is hard but it's just too bad, man 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 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 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 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 sh- 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 Don't done this sh- That's the bwan Smith Nothing to prove Mad at the moon Latidude, longitude Loving these boos 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 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