I'm bored of quality I'm tired of keeping disciplined I'm sweltering The heat is too much for me Producing this shit is pure vanity I've got a frostbite in my frontal lobe I've got no empathy No sensitivity Please won't you unwrap me from this cotton wool I won't be bullet proof When you just smile You're bored of quality You're tired of keeping disciplined I'm not sweltering (I am sweltering) The heat is perfect for me (it's too much for me) Making this song is not vanity (it is vanity) You've got a frostbite in your frontal lobe But I've got too much empathy So much sensitivity Please, please wrap me in some cotton wool I'm not bullet proof When you just smile