Winter Schemes
Yo
The time is now
Ghost in the crowd's watching
Hoping homies open their minds without dying
Crashing boards while drumming
It's poverty's triumph
Making louder noise than Detroit riots
Free ya mind
Then, free ya' lovers
It seems like you need each other
Take care of yourselves before you leave each other
Especially the sisters
They need brothers not Dogs calling them uhh
Vision blurred by crippling sights
Niggaz ignite blunts to fight the agony that they live with at night
Despite the casualties within the purple storms
They're just Winter Schemes
That make dreams fall
I need Pau Gasol
In the spur of the moment
This Mamba mentality is never open
Nor closed in
Cuz I'm clutch when I am necessary
I shoot my shot & we celebrate every February
Fourteen seconds was left, there's not a lot to lose
But a lot to gain
And something to prove
And lot of pain
Excessive bruise
That's the game
Loving you
Beware the chill of winter schemes
And the vision of twisted dreams
You can't escape destiny's theme
The cold life ain't what it seems
Beware the chill of winter schemes
And the vision of twisted dreams
You can't escape destiny's theme
The cold life ain't what it seems
Hard day at work, boss is a jerk
Marred pay the worst, costs & it hurts
Far away from worth, lost in the church
Bars stay with mirth, toss'em back & smirk
Liquid courage to flirt & lift a skirt
Twisted purses emerge, skip & twerk
Misted immersion a trip into the lurch
Visions blurry perched blips in the multiverse
Alternate identity, more devil than divinity
Altar of Hennessy, pour levels seeing trinity
Faltered chemistry, soared revelry & sanguinity
Haltered misery, floored, disheveled morbidity
Issues drowned in alcohol get resurrected
Tissues found after all the festive messes
Miscues abound, faster fall with fresh perspective
Misuse surrounds, the master calls, regretful retrospective
Beware the chill of winter schemes
And the vision of twisted dreams
You can't escape destiny's theme
The cold life ain't what it seems
Beware the chill of winter schemes
And the vision of twisted dreams
You can't escape destiny's theme
The cold life ain't what it seems
The time is now
Ghost in the crowd's watching
Hoping homies open their minds without dying
Crashing boards while drumming
It's poverty's triumph
Making louder noise than Detroit riots
Free ya mind
Then, free ya' lovers
It seems like you need each other
Take care of yourselves before you leave each other
Especially the sisters
They need brothers not Dogs calling them uhh
Vision blurred by crippling sights
Niggaz ignite blunts to fight the agony that they live with at night
Despite the casualties within the purple storms
They're just Winter Schemes
That make dreams fall
I need Pau Gasol
In the spur of the moment
This Mamba mentality is never open
Nor closed in
Cuz I'm clutch when I am necessary
I shoot my shot & we celebrate every February
Fourteen seconds was left, there's not a lot to lose
But a lot to gain
And something to prove
And lot of pain
Excessive bruise
That's the game
Loving you
Beware the chill of winter schemes
And the vision of twisted dreams
You can't escape destiny's theme
The cold life ain't what it seems
Beware the chill of winter schemes
And the vision of twisted dreams
You can't escape destiny's theme
The cold life ain't what it seems
Hard day at work, boss is a jerk
Marred pay the worst, costs & it hurts
Far away from worth, lost in the church
Bars stay with mirth, toss'em back & smirk
Liquid courage to flirt & lift a skirt
Twisted purses emerge, skip & twerk
Misted immersion a trip into the lurch
Visions blurry perched blips in the multiverse
Alternate identity, more devil than divinity
Altar of Hennessy, pour levels seeing trinity
Faltered chemistry, soared revelry & sanguinity
Haltered misery, floored, disheveled morbidity
Issues drowned in alcohol get resurrected
Tissues found after all the festive messes
Miscues abound, faster fall with fresh perspective
Misuse surrounds, the master calls, regretful retrospective
Beware the chill of winter schemes
And the vision of twisted dreams
You can't escape destiny's theme
The cold life ain't what it seems
Beware the chill of winter schemes
And the vision of twisted dreams
You can't escape destiny's theme
The cold life ain't what it seems
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Writer(s): Travis Williams
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