Charles Hamilton - Wintertime lyrics

I'm in my zone, miss
Which means I'm only stolen when
I feel your gold kiss so when you go in
I don't spit and you been going in so much
I gotta throw up because I'm
Holding in what I
Don't spit you know it's sick cause
The flow's sick holy shit
Can't you notice? Is your third
Eye open? I'm a
Magician with it spittin lyrics
To lift your spirit
Not lift it out or give you
Doubt i'm tryna kiss you
Now lyrically try to figure out
How that shit goes
Down a nigga's in the house
Tryna make the bad bitches bounce
You the baddest bitch
That my eye can account, so why don't
You bounce while my eyes don't, eyes don't

I will fail a piss test, high on wintertime
I will fail a piss test, high on wintertime
Yes I'm still in love with you
But is it infatuation?

Yo, my only audience is Satan and
Women the love that I'm
Making to women is Satanous gremlins
Creeping on my back
While I'm deep in the cat
Tryna make you scream in
The sack the demons react so does the track
It seems other rappers after me
I am the leader
Of it all and you kissing my ass
That's why your feet are up
Against the wall you're face in it
Too cause you know what
You basically do is breaking the mood
Of what I do it's basically doom with
A brighter day high as haze on
A Friday pick a Friday
Hopefully it's 4: 20 all my niggas
Want more money throw the green
At me and change a nigga scenery
We want a higher ground

I will fail a piss test, high on wintertime
I will fail a piss test, high on wintertime
Yes I'm still in love with you
But is it infatuation?

In July, when you think of wintertime
Shit could be the bigger lie
Which is fine you don't wanna
Get your mind intertwined
(which is my new favorite
Word) with July you're
Used to the deepest winter my music is
Creeping in the center of
The deepest ember and
Member of what we all can remember
You lovin the sound how bout I govern the
Ground? So hard I could be snuffing a
Hound while I'm taking mad shit across town
The mad shit is in the magic
And the magic is in the flow and in the
Prose y'all niggas know my shit is dope

I will fail a piss test, high on wintertime
I will fail a piss test, high on wintertime
Yes I'm still in love with you
But is it infatuation?