Nosaj Thing, Chance The Rapper - Cold Stares

Cold stares in the night, tears roll down Another sad clown sittin' in the room Eyes rain tears but do you really love me Silent and solemn, Smeagol to gollum Evil done got him Doctors say we believe its a problem Possessed by a demon, they won't leave it inside him They gon' leave him on Sunday In a one man confessional with a high fever Dry heaving and hollerin' Check the lock, bolt the door Chop the cord on the boat, float to shore Ain't no leavin' the island Devil whistles in his ear, out of tune On an empty ass bed, can't remember how to spoon Can't forget how the spoon Was the bowl for the soup for his arm When his arm had a cold Now the cold got his feet Tied up in the sheets, sweat drips from his cheeks He's gonna die in hospital clothes Bed, bed I rest in Not my own These cover make me itch Head, head I question Not my own These covers make me sick Cold stares in the night, tears roll down Another sad clown sittin' in the room But do you really love me, No