WeatherMan

[Verse 1: Xavier Wulf]
Call me WeatherMan I'm whatever man
It's so hard trying to keep some cash in
Now I'm sending ice out of all directions
Why this world gotta work like this
(x3)

[Verse 2: Bones]
Ride down the PCH sipping on some PCP
Rhyming that's a piece of cake so I'll always eat for free
Say the game in need of me cause I don't even need a beat
Say I mean a lot to rap but that don't mean a thing to me
Rather grow old get a place out in the forest
On the porch of my cabin smoking dope eating porridge
Ounce of the [bad word] down on the road
White skin like Jack Frost got your [bad word] cold, let it go
Every night I'm dying slow
Eyes never closed cause you never never know

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