Lumenate - Better For The Weather lyrics

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