billy woods - Stormy Weather lyrics
[billy woods - Stormy Weather lyrics]
Rain delays writing lines, Cisco wines
Hard times, it was the best of times
The worst of times, three Phillies out a dime
Milk crate acapella rhymes
Tee shirts over long johns
Ear met siren songs
Seems like it's been mad long
Times of feeling mad strong
Almost enough to pick up the phone
"Billy, watch what you think
Finish that drink
Get the optics pink, life is written in ink
It dries before you blink"
That's my inner shrink
What's done is done but son she was the one!
Analogue tapes, dubbing crates
Wet crack and bagging eighths
Great escapes, Shareefy Musafeeky
Freaky deaky, re-up weekly, speak easy
Woods creaky, isolator sleepy, ask Meechy
They can't beat me, can't join neither
Jobbin street true believers
Tax cheater and wife beaters
Conscientious objectors with heaters
I got a date with June Cleaver
And I bet she know the procedure
Remember those days like my first J
Brown weed and warm Tanqueray
Thinking we the neighborhood Snoop and Dre
Wasn't no 'dro and Mo' co
We was high as a mo'fo' though
Me and Ken used to cut white people's grass
Split the cash and page Garry for some grass
Fat ass nickel bags
Fucking with country trap
Niggas smoking unk fast, forties before class
I wasn't supposed to be the only one rapping
Meridian polishing gems
Dead-lift weight back when
Backspin, but shit happens
Niggas ain't fail to plan, they got shot
They got locked
The hundred ways to end up in a box
A bad bag of brown
A one too many trips out of town
A what goes around comes back
With the four pound
Bet that I'ma hold it down
It's been raining on us
Much love 301 to 914
And everything in between
Thanks alot Shareefy you know
What I'm saying? But
We know you smoked that weed though
Don't front stormy weather
Backwoodz Studios holler at us
Obligatory cliche #1
Hard times, it was the best of times
The worst of times, three Phillies out a dime
Milk crate acapella rhymes
Tee shirts over long johns
Ear met siren songs
Seems like it's been mad long
Times of feeling mad strong
Almost enough to pick up the phone
"Billy, watch what you think
Finish that drink
Get the optics pink, life is written in ink
It dries before you blink"
That's my inner shrink
What's done is done but son she was the one!
Analogue tapes, dubbing crates
Wet crack and bagging eighths
Great escapes, Shareefy Musafeeky
Freaky deaky, re-up weekly, speak easy
Woods creaky, isolator sleepy, ask Meechy
They can't beat me, can't join neither
Jobbin street true believers
Tax cheater and wife beaters
Conscientious objectors with heaters
I got a date with June Cleaver
And I bet she know the procedure
Remember those days like my first J
Brown weed and warm Tanqueray
Thinking we the neighborhood Snoop and Dre
Wasn't no 'dro and Mo' co
We was high as a mo'fo' though
Me and Ken used to cut white people's grass
Split the cash and page Garry for some grass
Fat ass nickel bags
Fucking with country trap
Niggas smoking unk fast, forties before class
I wasn't supposed to be the only one rapping
Meridian polishing gems
Dead-lift weight back when
Backspin, but shit happens
Niggas ain't fail to plan, they got shot
They got locked
The hundred ways to end up in a box
A bad bag of brown
A one too many trips out of town
A what goes around comes back
With the four pound
Bet that I'ma hold it down
It's been raining on us
Much love 301 to 914
And everything in between
Thanks alot Shareefy you know
What I'm saying? But
We know you smoked that weed though
Don't front stormy weather
Backwoodz Studios holler at us
Obligatory cliche #1