Too Cold - Roots Manuva

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