Lyrics Too Cold (radio edit) - Roots Manuva

T, too cold, t, t, too cold

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 where the f- man?
We can't stay brup 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 beacause 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 big bored bad land
Known all over the world as a mad man
Life is hard but it's just too bad man

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

Rhyme scholar from the school of the hooligan
Backing out the tool you ain't see get too hectic
Smacking up the bwan, let's turn the bwan is epilectic
I'm on some next sh-
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 zip my get drunk quick

Don't done this sh-
That's the bwan Smith
Nothing to prove
Mad at the moon
Now they too long to tune
Loving these boobs
Upset too many crews with all of my views
Ask Roots Manuva who the hell is it, MC, MC
And furthermore that's the only MC
The only MC

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

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