Cold Sweat

I like bein' alone

Come out here, spend plenty of time on your own

Cause the city ain't kind

Other people who sign up for judgin' but can't take no

Complacent

This ain't a place to be makin' friends, they all got agendas

There's eyes on your back, fangs in your neck

Thinkin' I've been fienin' for a taste of this shit

Seem so thirsty, smell fresh meat in the air (Blood on the floor)

So the real test, after breakfast

We'll see who's to be here