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