Verse 1
Sitting down, making hits, I'm with Kev Crow
Ring them out with the grease from my elbow
Wrap at three, but it's feeling like twelve though
It's time to leave and the weather's at a twelve too
But I couldn't, cause I could never go
The rhythm from the ba**, drums, to the metronome
The cold weather, winter blues got me extra low, yeah
And that's something that they'll never know, ooh
Until I had to come clean on 'em
I had to tell the truth, tell 'em what I need from 'em
Yeah, and they they tried to get a speech from us?
And then they thought they could just leave on us?
What if I call the whole league on 'em?
Or should I go so cold that I freeze on 'em?
Go so phantom, call me Danny on 'em
Just know when I go ghost imma leave on 'em
Hook
Welcome, it'd be rude if I didn't welcome you
Any kid from any section, I'd be second guessing too
Welcome, now fast forward to the outcome
Flying so high now I'm feeling like a falcon
Welcome, to that good good, new new
I'm tryna prove myself, who else I got to prove to?
Welcome, to the humble abode
We in the 49K, we gonna send you afloat, ay
Outro
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, ooh
Welcome, Welcome, Winter, Blues
Welcome, welcome, welcome
Welcome, welcome, ay
Welcome, Welcome, ooh
Welcome, winter, blues