Winter Vibes
This for the Winnerz Circle
Pragmatic
They want the winter vibes
The winter in July
The intervention of the lies
My whole hearted was cold hearted
I need a toaster and heater
For nature's own and the pita
She wanted time but I needed dimes
The city eating mine
Pushing me to crime
Criminal minds
Deserving time
Really that's a minimal line
And for the record
My intentions questioned
The same allegiance
The pestilence in my breathing
I'm heaving while feeling heathen
The healing is taking longer than it normally should
I let her jack it then I zipped up it's all for the hood
We all rolling woods
Tiger might have swung too strong
We ain't standing up to vote cuz the wait to long
My plate too full
My pain too deep
I hate that pool
I hate it that you played my cool
They played my song
I made that school
We came too far
To not break rules
This ain't Philly but they really know that I'm that bul
Ever love something so much
Or want something so much
You start doing so much
And start living like so what
Feel low like toe touch
I get high that's no fuss
Call plug they know us
Don't do lines so no cuts
Took a shot they say they like my temple fade away
Lara Croft will prolly get lost
If she didn't pray today
Let the pieces of my mind
Melt like ice up on that asphalt
All the blame is mine
I can't say it's the cash fault
Pragmatic
They want the winter vibes
The winter in July
The intervention of the lies
My whole hearted was cold hearted
I need a toaster and heater
For nature's own and the pita
She wanted time but I needed dimes
The city eating mine
Pushing me to crime
Criminal minds
Deserving time
Really that's a minimal line
And for the record
My intentions questioned
The same allegiance
The pestilence in my breathing
I'm heaving while feeling heathen
The healing is taking longer than it normally should
I let her jack it then I zipped up it's all for the hood
We all rolling woods
Tiger might have swung too strong
We ain't standing up to vote cuz the wait to long
My plate too full
My pain too deep
I hate that pool
I hate it that you played my cool
They played my song
I made that school
We came too far
To not break rules
This ain't Philly but they really know that I'm that bul
Ever love something so much
Or want something so much
You start doing so much
And start living like so what
Feel low like toe touch
I get high that's no fuss
Call plug they know us
Don't do lines so no cuts
Took a shot they say they like my temple fade away
Lara Croft will prolly get lost
If she didn't pray today
Let the pieces of my mind
Melt like ice up on that asphalt
All the blame is mine
I can't say it's the cash fault
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Writer(s): Victor-alan Weeks
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