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[Chorus: TRAPLORD MIDAS]
I was outside in the cold
They broke my body, not my soul
Never thought I would be this old, ayy
Please don't put me in your mold
I was outside in the cold
They broke my body, not my soul
Never thought I would be this old, ayy
Please don't put me in your mold

[Verse 1: Leon Vegas]
Please don't put me in your mold
Can you not see that I'm cold?
You care about me, if you want
I'm taking the P, I know you won't
I'm hittin' the weed, let it blow
This shit isn't free, it cost a load
You aiming at me? You bes' reload
Cause bitch, I just need to be harder than y'all
Then I go off, UFO, Starry shit, act like a god
I'm going away, way, way, way, way, way
Bitch, like I'm going to Mars
Livin' in space, space, space, space
Get the fuck out of my face, face
Me and Midas, we ain't phased, phased
Bitch, we go harder, we gettin' your plays
That twenty one pilots, just stay in your lane
I'ma go diamond, I don't even main
My shit is designer when your shit is fake
Go check the price tag if you wanna claim
That you are the realest, you not
CVTEBOY$, we stayin' on top
And shoutout to Cosmic Crew, your shit is hot
We 'gon blow up forever, can't stop us, no
Cause our shit, it sounds so cold

[Verse 2: TRAPLORD MIDAS]
I'm from the future, bitch, I am from Pluto
You money as thin as the dyke bitch from Juno
I flip these beats, oh, like I'm trained in Judo
Sudowoodo, I'm harder than you know
I was Vic's age, broke and almost homeless
Got my money up but you know that I'm hellbent
Shoutout to Stud, run up, lose your mug
I make what I want and you know I'm irrelevant
Assalamualaikum, still juggin'
And I fake 'em, I'm after my paper
I'm after my paper, I'm after my paper
Won't stop 'til I'm dead or ballin' on Lakers
Fuck all my friends who said I wouldn't do it
Fuck all my fam who said I wouldn't do it
Count Dooku, hoe, you know that I do it
I get the check, hoe, you know that I do it
I get the bands, I get the bands
I should have had a change, I shouldn't be counting band
Bitch, I grew up white trash, broke boy on the block
Still dodging these cops, I don't want 'em to smell my stash
But I grew up fast, bitch, I got the end, still got no friends, homie
But I got me some brothers and Unkle a lover
And some shooters to get all of your mans for me

[Chorus: TRAPLORD MIDAS]
I was outside in the cold
They broke my body, not my soul
Never thought I would be this old, ayy
Please don't put me in your mold
I was outside in the cold
They broke my body, not my soul
Never thought I would be this old, ayy
Please don't put me in your mold