Another elephant gray sky and it's cold outside. I've been a phantom with no place to hide. Is my fortune searching for the love inside?. Or am I tortured, scorching 'cause I'm burning alive inside.
Million dollas for a hit man. Hit man, hit man. Gotta represent, noise, noise, noise. . What if your re-up was in this bag?. In your car, and we popped the steering wheel.