Chance The Rapper - Weather Forecast lyrics
[Chance The Rapper - Weather Forecast lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Mm-mm
The weather's feeling summery
Something like the summary
You wrote about your summers
Eating for school, after your summers leave
You remember break woods
Late nights at the lake woods
Where you wanna stay, uh
Hook-ups, and break-ups
You remember choosing 'em
You remember losing 'em
The ones to love that hurt your feelings
Something like aluminum
Vile words and lightеrs in
Bag full of contraband
Vice, ain't the condoms at?
Close all typеs of brands
The summer taste like sun naps
Blunt taps and blunt wraps
Sun match, cap guns and gun caps
Pockets fat, run that squad up a run back
Get asked where the pump at
'ight man, shut back
June, July, August see what you brought us
Some sayin' this some Chance
With some future fast ruckus
That was when ya ruckus
Ya ruckus to a ruckus
It's the months that are make us
Forget all our teachers taught us
June, July, August see what you brought us
Some sayin' this some Chance
With some future fast ruckus
That was when ya ruckus
Ya ruckus to a ruckus
It's the months that are make us
Forget all our teachers taught us
This is for our low tips and hollow hips
Models with the model hips
Follow with the bottle
Swallow mallow in the bottle fist
For ink pens and fitted whites
Cast bags and lifting heights
The lecture that you did it
'cause your hook wasn't just fitting right
808s and Pro Tools paper made and go shoes
The beat machine that cost as much as Jordan
So you sold shoe
Come burn the stones to heaters, glimpse
Ounces, grams and kilos, flip
Go rows and fittin' skinny's
Bag and Adidas kicks gucci Mane and Caleb
All of Jesus' ad-libs for every single hood
And that includes DJ Khaled we are the best
And this is the summer that will never end
Never get a rest, yes
Mm-mm
The weather's feeling summery
Something like the summary
You wrote about your summers
Eating for school, after your summers leave
You remember break woods
Late nights at the lake woods
Where you wanna stay, uh
Hook-ups, and break-ups
You remember choosing 'em
You remember losing 'em
The ones to love that hurt your feelings
Something like aluminum
Vile words and lightеrs in
Bag full of contraband
Vice, ain't the condoms at?
Close all typеs of brands
The summer taste like sun naps
Blunt taps and blunt wraps
Sun match, cap guns and gun caps
Pockets fat, run that squad up a run back
Get asked where the pump at
'ight man, shut back
June, July, August see what you brought us
Some sayin' this some Chance
With some future fast ruckus
That was when ya ruckus
Ya ruckus to a ruckus
It's the months that are make us
Forget all our teachers taught us
June, July, August see what you brought us
Some sayin' this some Chance
With some future fast ruckus
That was when ya ruckus
Ya ruckus to a ruckus
It's the months that are make us
Forget all our teachers taught us
This is for our low tips and hollow hips
Models with the model hips
Follow with the bottle
Swallow mallow in the bottle fist
For ink pens and fitted whites
Cast bags and lifting heights
The lecture that you did it
'cause your hook wasn't just fitting right
808s and Pro Tools paper made and go shoes
The beat machine that cost as much as Jordan
So you sold shoe
Come burn the stones to heaters, glimpse
Ounces, grams and kilos, flip
Go rows and fittin' skinny's
Bag and Adidas kicks gucci Mane and Caleb
All of Jesus' ad-libs for every single hood
And that includes DJ Khaled we are the best
And this is the summer that will never end
Never get a rest, yes