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weather - quinton crawford lyrics

[verse 1]
this is for my dealers
lost inside the mona lisa
pour a four and smoke some reefer
say your prayers and
hope he hears you
and an adderall to seal it
you focus on the appearance
battling your demons
smoking on some jesus
zoning like a r*t*rd
we call, you ignore
devil’s at your door
with a dollar and a broad
but you only want her draws
but you paint without her thing
so now you got a child
drugs to see by the pounds
an da world that’s screaming nah
and another powder problem
and you can’t break your promise
bout something for your mama
and you never told her sorry
now you running for the dollar
or you following your conscience
the futures in your palm still
life is like an anvil
amateurs on acid
slipping in the canvas
her face is made of plastic
apple in your minefield
be careful with your savior
and always blame the weather
yeah, always blame the weather
agh
[hook]
say it was the weather, yeah
everyday i wonder why
i talk to god and tell her lies
this is just an avalanche
sell my soul and never change
cabin fever chemistry, baby

baby i was wondering
f*ck it then like adios
i know it was all the weather too
yeah

[verse 2]
i only blame the weather now
but maybe i be in control
babylon be burning in the rainfall
for the low
for a long time
i wondered what the world would do
when the chemicals depleted
and we breathe the toxic [?]
see they talking about the obvious
opposite to what matters on the earth
i’m never sorry
apologies are something worse
had to slow it down
to talk myself to sleep
and hesitate a bit
i wonder what it means
when i’m walking in the sun
like what’s a metaphor
the day is almost gone
and the night is just like prophecy
the poetry’s apocalypse
poppy seeds inside your wrist
now you got a tolerance
now we’re walking to the candy lady
lately it all seems the same to me
snow is falling
life is autumn
wonder how your child’s doing
saw the evening
saw the evil now it’s just another teacher
now it’s just another teacher
wonder what the weather means still
[hook]
say it was the weather, yeah
every day i wonder why
i talk to god and tell her lies
this is just an avalanche
sell my sound and never change
cabin fever chemistry, baby
baby i was wondering
f*ck it then, like adios
i know it was all the weather, too
yeah

- quinton crawford lyrics

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