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Lyrics:
Here’s warning, about the storm that form dawning. There’s scorn in it cause it mad, more than just a bit, tad, shit, it, gon’ leave a heave of mourning, by the time it done, I’m in one scared ass position, I’m torn, been sure scared, you’re afraid just to have heard mass admission that’ll be a battle you can’t flee, I plant me house near the lake, Michigan, it good sake cause without the wind could make more pitching in, a bigger disaster, I figure the master of tornadoes is down south, I frown mouth at the thought of being caught in a drought but I’d take it, over shaking, at the drop of a dime, I’m stopping how I’m living cause karma been diving dending, for my sins I sure to spins ascending with furniture and turn ya spur of the second reckon that I could die, to ya gone, tornadoes is strong like Thanos.
There’s more, where’s pure family members? Calamity in embers, they dying too, trying through it all to stand tall but I must hand y’all natural causes, this win, I’m dissin’ cause I know there no pauses for masses that dying, that you’re full of blitzing the land? No, you go too much and touch quite a span, light it can bring me so much joy, night it ran into my venue and sling such destroy, and you toy with my emotions, the notions that it’ll be brittle and not strong, that got wrong, you killed us all, the lake couldn’t save me, I shake and try to pave me an exit from where my grave be, next visit to the yard, is so exquisite in pain from the rain to hard strikes of gusts at me, that be why I die, it likes to bust in my face, I must be erased.
We got cows being flung, they dung oozing from them. Now’s the time to run, how’s the sun losing again? Please come up, some up at the very least, a gem you be, truly but what a waste you been today, when I say I need you, I feed through you to attack back from the dumb slew of scary beast winds, it hinders my blinders, depends when it start, this go it’s o’vo in my heart, I dart to the basement, complacent if I can stay alive, that it whiff and say good bye, it should die, but it coming after me, humming laughter spree cause I know it’ll make me go, poor farm, sure harm to the people, it kill for thrill from the dungeon to the steeple, it evil, I’m plungin’ in cries for help, saying it okay is lies to self.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap