Frostbite

I'm bored of quality
I'm tired of keeping diciplined
I'm sweltering
The heat is too much for me
Producing this shit
Is pure vanity

I got a frostbite in my frontal lobe
I got no empathy
No sensitivity
Please, Would you unwrap me from this cotton?
I won't be bullet proof
When you just smile

You're bored of quality
You're tired of keeping diciplined
I'm not sweltering
The heat is perfect for me
Making this wark is not vanity

You got a frostbite in your frontal lobe
But I got too much empathy
So much sensitivity
Please, please wrap me in some cotton
I'm not bullet proof
When you just smile