William Bowden - Storm Warning lyrics

[Hook: Charlotte Craib] I feel a storm is comin' on It's comin' on, it's comin' on, comin' on When it is it's gonna do whatever it wants It's comin' on, it's comin' on, comin' on [Verse 1: Jeswon] I haven't got something to prove But I got nothing to lose (It's true) [?] I'm puffing a doob Up in the booth, not stuck in a suit Or givin' a stuff, living it up Bussing a groove and bringing the funk While Morgs is ripping the [?] I'm snatching a [?], fill up my cup Chill it with ice, ill on the mic Last thing I need's someone k**ing the vibe Willing to fight, kickin' a fuss Just 'cause I drunken a million pints Wait! You think you're playing it cool But mate you're playing a fool too! I'll take you to school if you're breaking the rules I'll leave you washed up like an ape in a pool Never said I was better than you That's not what I endeavor to do It's not your fault, you're bred in a zoo Or you stink more than Pepé Le Pew Step to the crew, the incredible few Thundamentals will fry your electrical fuse I'm blending the groove, dissembling foes Each sentence I use helps set it in stone Wherever I roam, start second to none So suave and obese, I'm impressing your mum Hot s** in the sun, enjoy the summertime If the boss is stressing let him employ some other guy Sing a lullaby about the birds and the bees So we can get down more personally (f**) Right now I'm bursting the seams Where the word is born, the storm's bursting the scene [Hook: Charlotte Craib] I feel a storm is comin' on It's comin' on, it's comin' on, comin' on When it is it's gonna do whatever it wants It's comin' on, it's comin' on, comin' on [Verse 2: Tuka] While most folks are sitting at home Picking their nose I'll be flipping the flow Deliver a show, just leaving you go-ing Oh sh**, kid, didn't you know? I'm drinking my coke then I mix it with rum You're listening into the sk**s of the one While Fiasko's hitting the drum It's packing a punch like a kick in the gut Stuck in a rut? I'm upping the ante Running amuck like a bum in a pantry Ain't for kids who's chucking a tanty Or chickens who's f**ing and clutching their panties And chucking them at me, that's not what the plan be, uh I can't help it if you're randy Don't get angry just 'cause I'm taken Check out my mates, you could probably date them Thundamentals'll pave the way It's safe to say that we're making waves While haters are sipping their hatorade I'll blaze the phrase in my database Straight spitting razor blades at a crazy rate Until my hair is a shade of grey That can't be changed [?] breaks for days and days And weeks and months, ayo my speech is crunk Pump this in your crib while you're eating lunch Or up in your whip, let the speakers bump No need to ask who the leaders are It's clear to us my team is rough Please don't front, this beat is nuts So dope that the CD reach the buds Got my sneakers scuffed 'cause I run the map So come back when the sound of a thunderclap [Hook: Charlotte Craib] I feel a storm is comin' on It's comin' on, it's comin' on, comin' on When it is it's gonna do whatever it wants It's comin' on, it's comin' on, comin' on I feel a storm is comin' on It's comin' on, it's comin' on, comin' on When it is it's gonna do whatever it wants It's comin' on, it's comin' on, comin' on