It's Winter Now

They wanna put the kid on the coat rack I'm meant for the whole stage blow you away a Sawed off close range
Young kid from GP
They won't accept me
You don't wanna come to our streets too many ODs
I just wanna get rich drive cars with no keys
Go to cities where no one knows me

Every day in the shower I'm rinse and repeating
Days so monotonous like dishes after eating
They wanna bite my flow so it's rappers that I'm feeding

Wanna be great like biggie and jay
How 808s bottom 2 Ye and still and 8
That kinda great

Always on the move the keys stay fobbed don't come in my house less you came to get robbed
I did it all alone but Wayne put me on
Wanna act fake rich in some Louis vitton
And it been 2 years since they passed a lit bong
I'm so damnnnnn high the crows say high
And I'm so damn fly I only live for a day
And life just a game I choose my own fate

And I got records on my shelf
Their not records of myself
Their records from the artists that keep me in good health
And I'm recording for my health and recording just to tell
These fake ass Christians they ain't doing well.
They ain't doing well.

Flows like spells from hermione
Get a herd of sheep to learn how to work society CSI hire me
The women have lied to me
These men too though
I'm too hated Trudeau
So far gone drake or Pluto
This my last card uno
Self defence judo
Young goat you know
I go where my crew go
And
Snowflakes keep falling on my Mac Miller vinyls haven't felt this good in awhile
Not good like 80s on a test
Good like the shelf got one chocolate left
Good like in the bath wine glass right there
Young kid in a high chair
Back when I thought life's fair
Boy was I wrong or I would be making these songs
So I'm going on adventures you can come along
Can't tell you where we're going
But we're going somewhere in the summer somewhere that feel like hot chocolate and fresh runners



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Nixon
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