Y.O.T.S (Nightcore)

Year of the snake I can feel you slither in Down my way In a place where I don't shivering It's too cold out here (it's so fucking cold, it's fucking cold) It's too cold inside, outside Atmosphere it can not coincide With me, how I feel Oh, how do I feel, it can not be real, no You can not be real, you can not be real But I can feel you slither in Inside of me It's a fantasy Posing as reality Slithering inside of me Inside, outside, of my mind Can not see, concept of time It's a fantasy Prettier than reality These bitches are scared of me Thinking in CPO And I think of breath formula Cooking so hot, smoke coming off the oven Year of The Snake, yeah that's when I was made Shed news scales, new bitch every day Every day change No, no waste Slither like a snake Shredder like a snake You can not behave Acting hella fake Speak now bitch Or never hold your peace It's too cold inside, outside Atmosphere it can not coincide With me, how I feel Oh, how do I feel, it can not be real, no You can not be real, you can not be real But I can feel you slither in Inside of me It's a fantasy Posing as reality Slithering inside of me