Jonny October - Winter of our Discontent lyrics

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Jonny October - Winter of our Discontent lyrics

[Verse 1] I do hope that these letters are finding you well If you poaching open medals or confined to a cell If you studyin' Sanheim And sippin' on fine wine Or guzzlin' a cool brew, workin' the combines And if your landlords kickin' you out On your bu*tocks or the tax man cometh and he's strippin' ya house Cause the dick still piss in a drought And the boss still bully you and sh** in your mouth Or your mad cause Madoff Made off with the cash and your laid off ba*tard its Adolf Back in the rack attacking the wrong enemy we Tit for tat and tatter the flag's pedigree I do hope you find your serenity still Seems the only option to you is surrender or k** They do owe it to you to speak the truth on the hill But I'd die respresentin' Bobby Kennedy's will [Verse 2] I do stress over sh** that is out of my hands I do wish that I didn't but I doubt that I can I do not know how to say Oc slow down Need to eat, gimme beef, lock load blaow Call me a neurotic but its not your sound Its a sure thing, third string, double a verb swing With with out on this train pro-nouns (???)robotic when I lay flow down ((???)robotic when I lay flow down) My payloads spray like a claymore round Yep, that's wrapping a gift basket For hip hop heads to laugh and kids gasp at Peep through the cracks and see past that Music of the people this is rap's chief a**et Each pa**ionate last minute dash in it fashion it cash a keepin' his past in it Free speech advocate Now ya see it now ya don't Poof Like a magic trick We group words gain ma** like an aggregate There's more medicine in music than a lab rat's dish [Verse 3] I do keep my family close it's no secret My prose frequent (???) exposed weakness When cold reaches Those who would grow peaches Dreams of the cream can freeze Like a slow weekend When your paychecks based on sales And the goddamn NASDAQ train derails I do need to move a couple thousand albums sure But too many of ya lost your house or out of work Ya pound the dirt Took a look around and search Somewhere in the city works bound to lurk It's a bland landscape I stand around and clerk And my damn manager sees me frown and smirks But if I b**h about the system I'm crowned a jerk Fall in, hut two son, look alert You want pay, sell shoppers all this merch When the name brand country lost its shirt, huh What can I say that's business But I don't have to act like I don't wanna stitch the bigwigs I do transmit, submit a wishlist The number one bullet is that listeners dig this