The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
(Too cold, too cold)
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself (that's the love)
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Ah what the fuck, man? We can't stay bruk, man
We never stuck, man, we on the up, man
I do my nut, man, puke up my gut, man
I'm a such and such, man, I don't know much, man
I pay my dues, man, now I'm confused, man
Scabby vampires wanna run, come along, come use man
The same old news, man, we bring the blues, man
My baby left me because I wouldn't buy her new shoes, man
We win or lose, man, don't ask me for a twos, man
Buy your own fags, man, mind you get stabbed, man
Don't you see that we some big broad bad man
Born and bred in this 'ere big broad bad land
Known all over the world as a mad man
Life is hard but it's just too bad man
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
I spoke with my money, this ain't a joke money
Banana boat money, banana vote money
Food on a plate money, real or fake money
Lose or take money, at times I hate money
It's money that makes money makes people act funny
Civilized men start to act gunny-gunny
Take your life in a second with the right kind of money
Life in the west we, obsessed by money
Mind how you worship, you can't be blessed by money
I do the best with all my money
Progress with my money, invest with my money
Touch breasts with my money, get sex with my money
Get vexed with my money
Respect for my money means I feed my tummy
Blessed be my pound, get my food damn, yummy
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Rhyme scholar from the school of the hooligan
Backing out the toolie when shit get too hectic
Smacking up dem bwans turn dem bwans epileptic
I'm on some next shit, dudes respect it
I'm the eclectic, known for my eccentrics
You can't prevent this I'm the God blessed God sent this
UK rhyme savior? No never quite
That was just some media totality hype
I ain't the best MC, or the worst MC
But I got certification, I'm the first MC
I flip the flip, the new flip, the old flip
I zip my lip but I still sip my get-drunk-quick
Dun done this shit, that's the bwan Smith
Nothing to prove, mad at the moon
Latitude, longitude, loving these brews
Upset too many crews with all of my views
Roots Manuva? Who the hell is it? MC, MC
And furthermore that's the only MC
The only MC
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself (that's the love)
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Ah what the fuck, man? We can't stay bruk, man
We never stuck, man, we on the up, man
I do my nut, man, puke up my gut, man
I'm a such and such, man, I don't know much, man
I pay my dues, man, now I'm confused, man
Scabby vampires wanna run, come along, come use man
The same old news, man, we bring the blues, man
My baby left me because I wouldn't buy her new shoes, man
We win or lose, man, don't ask me for a twos, man
Buy your own fags, man, mind you get stabbed, man
Don't you see that we some big broad bad man
Born and bred in this 'ere big broad bad land
Known all over the world as a mad man
Life is hard but it's just too bad man
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
I spoke with my money, this ain't a joke money
Banana boat money, banana vote money
Food on a plate money, real or fake money
Lose or take money, at times I hate money
It's money that makes money makes people act funny
Civilized men start to act gunny-gunny
Take your life in a second with the right kind of money
Life in the west we, obsessed by money
Mind how you worship, you can't be blessed by money
I do the best with all my money
Progress with my money, invest with my money
Touch breasts with my money, get sex with my money
Get vexed with my money
Respect for my money means I feed my tummy
Blessed be my pound, get my food damn, yummy
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Rhyme scholar from the school of the hooligan
Backing out the toolie when shit get too hectic
Smacking up dem bwans turn dem bwans epileptic
I'm on some next shit, dudes respect it
I'm the eclectic, known for my eccentrics
You can't prevent this I'm the God blessed God sent this
UK rhyme savior? No never quite
That was just some media totality hype
I ain't the best MC, or the worst MC
But I got certification, I'm the first MC
I flip the flip, the new flip, the old flip
I zip my lip but I still sip my get-drunk-quick
Dun done this shit, that's the bwan Smith
Nothing to prove, mad at the moon
Latitude, longitude, loving these brews
Upset too many crews with all of my views
Roots Manuva? Who the hell is it? MC, MC
And furthermore that's the only MC
The only MC
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I love myself
Lyrics submitted by gothic_hobbit
Too Cold Lyrics as written by Ralph Lamb Andrew Ross
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sentric Music
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