Lyrics:
personal demons
Hurricane's got a little bit of aim, pop pop at the window pane
Dark ground of delorian fame, couldn't do shit when he cropped that fame
With the hurricanes cause even the biggest hurricane couldn't phase us
We got a dome for the Heat that put y'all to sleep
and we carry hits from night
Broken by desire to be heavenly sent
Divinely uninspired to a hellish extent
When my heart stops beating
Will it all be in vain?
It burns a little
field
Hurricane heat in my head
The kind of pain you feel to get good in the end
Good in the end
Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain
"Give up
There's somebody in the window
Was it you
Was it you
Sometimes I wonder if they are looking down on you
Down on you
And the years go by and the days
finally trapped in their wicked power sway
Creep a little closer here's a secret that's been
Passed down generation after generation to this day
Remember
They're calling me a home wrecker
And I have a couple wrecking balls
Your little wife has all the answers
Every time she hears me call
That's right
out
Better be cool right now this little tool her goes "blocah"
Know it's some opps up in
The spot tonight I might just let them rock out
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They're calling me a home wrecker
And I have a couple wrecking balls
Your little wife has all the answers
Every time she hears me call
That's right
Little one
See you in the rain
Memories the water holds
You came like a hurricane
Now I can't get you out of my thoughts
See you in the rain
Water
sacrificed by brothers
Crucified by lovers
But through it all I withstood the pain
I'm no stranger to the rain.
But when I get that foggy feeling
When I'm
mind
She needs a lot of room and a little bit of time
It's probably going to take a couple hundred miles of four lane
'Fore she ever starts slowing
at 90 degrees, better believe
I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin' trees
With
a raindrop she ain't scared of the river
A spark ain't afraid of a raging fire
Ain't no better way to put it to you, Mister
You're looking a hurricane in
can't sleep
You're haunting me in my dreams
A beautiful nightmare of a king
Deceived by his queen
You're a hurricane
When you play your little game
be dead by morning so."
Watch me through
The rain and show
Umm
The hurricane it blows
I'm lightning in the arctic pole
I'm frigid winter blizzard cold
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by, the chimney with
crazy crazy girl I need you by my side. Well, I start miss'n think'n about the kiss'n. Girl you got me on your line. I get a little crazy crazy girl I
It was the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
a little sunshine
And I'll put this cloud behind me
That's how the man designed me
To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane
I'm no stranger to the rain
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