Rozz Dyliams - Weather World lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Weather World lyrics]
Whos that smooth young pale baldhead slick
Talkin mothafucka from the midwest
Gotta get next, international man of misery
Rozz touch down like incest
Fuck a friendship, fuck a job, fuck a bitch
Anything other than clockin
Benjamins in excess
All because I make music
A lot of people think it's okay to try
To be all up in my business
And speaking of business
The perversion of the music
Industry has no limit's
Dylan so voyeuristic
Watching the whole shitfest go
Down from a distance
Steady dodging a bullet everyday
But when it finally hit's me is when
I pray to god it misses
Sometimes I feel like my mama took me out
Of heaven and put me here on purpose
What kind of planet is this?
I don't dig this, I don't get
This or get with this
But while Im here Ima ride for me and mine
And Ima get it all
Ima ball til I fall tax-free and unlisted
Most unknown from the oh-one oh
Blunt rolled, one mo
Dylan gotta get the indica
Anybody wanna flex a little bit
Of evilness inside em
Ima knuckle up like Menacide and finish it
And get em nervous
Packing something that will make em
Numb in my lip service
I get to working when I awake
It's Young Jake Jeckel with the helly burner
Lifes a bitch, if Im the bitch
That might get hitched to her
Then Ima be Dylan Turner
Ike turn the Judas Cradle
Spike, hater murder
Bitch I get paid for murder murder for hire
Baby better believe Im finna deliver
Whatever I gotta to
Let em know that I gotta get it
Split it a hundred percent among me
One deep, planet rock 2k, pay me money
Snappin bands that bounce like a
Bungee, take what I want
Won't get shit from me
Ill take you down to weather world
Let it rain, rain down on you
Talkin mothafucka from the midwest
Gotta get next, international man of misery
Rozz touch down like incest
Fuck a friendship, fuck a job, fuck a bitch
Anything other than clockin
Benjamins in excess
All because I make music
A lot of people think it's okay to try
To be all up in my business
And speaking of business
The perversion of the music
Industry has no limit's
Dylan so voyeuristic
Watching the whole shitfest go
Down from a distance
Steady dodging a bullet everyday
But when it finally hit's me is when
I pray to god it misses
Sometimes I feel like my mama took me out
Of heaven and put me here on purpose
What kind of planet is this?
I don't dig this, I don't get
This or get with this
But while Im here Ima ride for me and mine
And Ima get it all
Ima ball til I fall tax-free and unlisted
Most unknown from the oh-one oh
Blunt rolled, one mo
Dylan gotta get the indica
Anybody wanna flex a little bit
Of evilness inside em
Ima knuckle up like Menacide and finish it
And get em nervous
Packing something that will make em
Numb in my lip service
I get to working when I awake
It's Young Jake Jeckel with the helly burner
Lifes a bitch, if Im the bitch
That might get hitched to her
Then Ima be Dylan Turner
Ike turn the Judas Cradle
Spike, hater murder
Bitch I get paid for murder murder for hire
Baby better believe Im finna deliver
Whatever I gotta to
Let em know that I gotta get it
Split it a hundred percent among me
One deep, planet rock 2k, pay me money
Snappin bands that bounce like a
Bungee, take what I want
Won't get shit from me
Ill take you down to weather world
Let it rain, rain down on you