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weather bad - carmine lyrics

[verse 1: carmine]
i’ll probably bury you alive
what the f-ck am i saying
get a better view tonight
baby what i’m playing
in this drop top whip and it’s f-cking raining
and this ungrateful b-tch is in the ear complaining
and i’m tired of making friends so just f-cking hate me
f-cks, i can’t give enough lately
b-tch, the gold around my neck will change me
and this, ain’t turning colors, ain’t fugazi
got off early, called around 6
no sense of time, cut off at the wrist
borrowed outfits, you’re still looking sl-tty
all of that fits, you’re throwing fits, would you
rather me call you b-tch or call a few b-tches
and if that shoe fits then grab a few different, colors
she uttered under her breath “i can’t stand you mother”-f-cking in her bed
she try’na, stand her ground with her legs up
walking on the ceiling got her doing her own stunts
yea, she arrived twice and i came once
we stab each other in the back, i can’t front
just leave the car running
grab my money and small luggage
b-tch i’m far from it
but i know your throwing your shoes at the wall hunny
it’s a trip ain’t it
now she’s heading out of the crib with her lips painted
in some very high heels and some very low, standards
meanwhile i’m shifting standard
don’t get the picture i’m switching cameras
if the tables turned then im missing like table manners
got business that we can’t handle
dismissive and distant banter
we’ll never be what we planned to
whoa, slow down
you b-tching about nothing that’s nothing but old sounds
she telling me to go i just tell her to go, down
suck my d-ck, b-tch, you’re just a b-tch, b-tch
i’m rich, b-tch, well i’m ’bout to be

[verse 2: laws]
now we’ll see, how a super human finds the place where his powers be
every lois lane wanna private pow-wow with me
other brothers spit that fallacy
my skin tone like i’m from the place where the palace be
she like horror movies so i took her to a festival
went home, f-cked, scratched her up like freddy do
she saw me trying to leave and she said “i’m never letting you
i’m about to show you how forever do”
yea b-tch whatever true, try it
i move like a psychic
i set up in the town
read a couple palms
meet a couple moms
while the kids getting schooled
i educate mommy and treat her like a pros-i
she always wanna play ’cause i treat her like a hobby
she call me chris brown ’cause i beat it like i’m bobby
there isn’t a man that isn’t a scam but i’m the invisible man
if you see me, you’d surprise me

[verse 3: carmine]
what’s love?
just a drug, jjust a game
to me it’s just a word but for her it’s on the brain
mentally and physically, emotionally, supposed to be
the only thing that’s ever on her mind and controlling she
balled up when i called up
i would give it all up
sike, don’t wanna fight, don’t wanna fuss
i’m sick of cussin’ at you
but i’m so caught up in l-st, that i would love to have you
it’s just a battle, uphill, how i feel’s changing
you was supposed to be my last but left my -ss hanging
what was i thinking, we wasn’t making no progress
like my n-gga brandun told me “man it’s a process”
no time’s left
i wanna just try and make it right
maybe ain’t nothing really wrong it could be worth the fight
long nights, rough days, got me stressed out
the shoe fits but it’s cool ’cause you stepped out
was try’na focus on my songs and it helped out
then started looking through my phone and would feel doubt
d-mn, now here i am, and it’s been close to a year
i was try’na keep it together, knowing one of my fears
was to have to show my emotions while in front of my peers
learned to keep it together off of showing no tears
or love lost
rather be soft, than it cost me, ’cause over time n-ggas get salty
all we ask for as men every now and then agains
a lil’ tree rolling and maybe just get it in
after, let me know that you ain’t let no other men have ya
that within laughter
every part, touching my inner soul and touching my heart
’cause i know how to love a woman as soon as we start
but what if i told you that’s a lie and i’m really a dog
i ain’t that type of guy, you should try another n-gga
’cause i ain’t f-cking with ya, so forget ya, get the picture
how’s that, that’ll send you home like soldiers in iraq
afghan and overseas
she tried to say it was over, i told her like b-tch, please

- carmine lyrics

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