CunninLynguists - Any Way The Wind Blows lyrics

Hit the clock, hit the blinds, hit the pine (ay!) Nothing but the hits, same sh** different time (ay!) Working out the kinks from the mind to the spine (ay!) Shower water calling, fluoride on the other line Phone jumping off the dresser In a silent suicide Saved by the pile of designers on the side She answers Her cousin with the body of a dancer Say they gotta chance to be in a video With little young so and so She swear he's about to blow He signed and we dimes So cuzzo, we got to go Grab hair clothes makeup Garcia Vega's And flock them other birds They gon' pay us like we Vegas From rental to the highway to rental mansion driveway Greeted by a oily j**eled rapper looking shiny Eye like he used to bully Ice Cube on Fridays Gripping on her waist and grinning in her face and She just want her paper 'cause she feeling out of place and Couple propositions got her feeling for her mace And her cousin brought her burner, she ain't trying to catch a case So they split Tires burnin' end of the street With a grand Some of none for you and none for me Sometimes you gotta duck instead flying off in a V f** flying in a V She hit the clock, hit the blinds, hit the vape (ay!) 'Bout to hit the sky, get the wand, get the cape (ay!) Working out the kinks, but it's love over hate Usually shower calling but today she got a date With a claw-foot tub and a back-rub Then her phone starts singing As she bout to hit suds Hits cancel But calls back FaceTime To ignore the moment is a hate crime She mainlines 'Twas her cousin Talking 'bout some video She jokes "don't be out there acting like some city ho!" And mo' of her mama's quotes Through the smoke Cut through the weeds and overgrowth A Rose Said, cuz, you my blood right? (Right?) You know that all that I say is love right? (Right) You still wanna own a club right? (Right) How ‘bout we talk about it under sunlight? (Right!) Deep sigh, close the blinds, hit the snooze Nothing but the hits, same sh**, different tune Glued to the gloom with a mind full of blues Shower water running while she cries in her room Phone jumping off the dresser in a silent suicide Saved by the pile of reminders on the side She doesn’t pick it up She’s numb to the cuts and the wounds on her heart from a life in a rut Texts come in from her cousin but that doesn’t interrupt Dark thoughts on her mind, intertwined with the crushed Blue pills by the dozens The only time she doesn’t feel disgusting Is when she’s home alone and she buzzing Clutching to a moment and atoning for something She lays by the phone, in a zone, feeling nothing Uh She reaches back to change the wax As Cannonball plays the sax She fades to black