Verse 1:
I can hear the clouds move
Watching the crowd groove
Call me the new stooge
I'm rapping in bad moods
Baddest of the rad
These rags are old news
These fads are old school
These rappers are not cool
f**ed around and got mind f**ed
f**ed around now I'm high as f**
I need a relaxation cause this Nations always hating
So evil and contemplating
Confuse it for work of Satan
If people have free will
Then willingly deal with patience
We all naked, they can see who we are
We're not lost in the sky
So stop wishing on stars
When I come around in that whip
Pulling up in that red Eclipse
They turn heads to see who it is
It's those rowdy rowdy a** kids
Man we focused on what to give
What to take? No not a cent
Cause the money's worth nothing
When you have no life to spend
Holy shell I'm breaking in
Find me sleeping in my pin
I'll be sure to recognize
When real is as real as it gets
Chorus:
Now you can find my soul just drifting away
I don't like this way, what more can I say?
You can hears my screams just echoing
Find that one soft touch that's beckoning
One rule under pressure, guess it needs another lecture
Discretion through the lessons will indeed make you better
Better for the weather, oh
Verse 2:
Better for the weather
Tears pouring down
The World crumbles and rumbles
For every humming sound
Humble under the rubble
What a underground
Hear the water stream in
From the waking crowd
Pull back to that time shift
Don't you wish you had my wit
Cleverly a worker bee
Work for the queen, that's my b**h
Holy hell, that's honest
Live in a darker complex
Compliment your context
And coordinate with your congress
Hardly working for contest
Mostly on for this conquest
You don't see what I can see
The way it's built, that's blueprint
Barely in for that rude s**
Ain't no compilation
If I did it one time
It would make good conversation
Don't you know what you are paying
For this higher learning wage and
You don't have to pay the people
Just to get yourself a brain, man...
Let me retract my hand
Cause all these plausible crusades
k** constant changing plans
Chorus: Now you can find my soul just drifting away
I don't like this way, what more can I say?
You can hears my screams just echoing
Find that one soft touch that's beckoning
One rule under pressure, guess it needs another lecture
Discretion through the lessons will indeed make you better
Better for the weather, oh