Cam Matthews - FRESH AIR Lyrics

Lost the feeling in my toes
Cold
I don't want no more
Heat is gone turned off stove
Might as well turn off my soul
I don't have no other goals
Pause
I just work because
I don't have no other job
Lost

I ain't got no car
I don't got no life
I ain't got no fans
Look at him
Making shitty songs
But he act like the man
Got a plan
I'll just buckle down make sure my work is in
You don't care
Make it for myself cuz he is always there

I might fail
I don't think i will cuz they is on my tail
Lookie here
Acting like a friend but tryna bite the air
That ain't fair
It ain't gonna work cuz you ain't got the cells
Unless it's jail
Damn
I ain't tryna scare him
But

Keep yourself in line
Credit card decline
Then leave the shop
Need a spot
You don't really need the shit you need to cop
Be on my
Best behavior i don't mean to read the guy
Acting like
I been heating n****s like a piece of pie