Feat. Chance The Rapper

Cold stares in the night
Tears roll down
Another sad clown
Sitting in the room

Cold stares in the night
Tears roll down
Another sad clown
Sitting in the room

Cold stares in the night
Tears roll down
Another sad clown
Sitting in the room

Silent and solemn, Smeagol the golem
Evil done got him
Doctors say we believe it's a problem
Possessed by a demon
 They won't leave it inside him
They gonna leave it on Sunday
On a one man confessional
Check the lock, close the door
Flow to shore
And leave an eye on it
Devil whistle in his ear
Had a tune
I can’t remember how to spoon
Can’t forget how to spoon
Now the cold got his feet
Tight up in the sheets
Sweat drips on his  cheeks
He’s gonna die in hospital

And I’m resting on my own
These colors make me itchy
And I have a question
I’m on my own
I’m on my own
I’m on my own

Cold stares in the night
Tears roll down
Another sad clown
Sitting in the room

What do you really want?