Текст песни Y. O. T. S. - Lucy Loone

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 then reality
This 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
Sheder 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