PYT
Cloudy The Weatherman
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I got sick Took sum meds I can't stop choughin' Feel like rick My friends dead I Keep on Walking All dem cardsss Stacked against me I still bet And I win You know why, it ain't luck it ain't men It only one thing You just gotta be the man I know God wit me But he way to far to lend a hand So put yo legs into it Bitch i know u heard me put yo legs into it I was forced to be the solid one No choice involved Now they say i'm hollywood Cuz i evolved This bean got me higher Then ever befo Consumed by thoughts, i can't think inside the box You needa vision for you get a million send me that Keep my head intact Paper outta nowhere u would think that i was getting faxed Filed the number off for i get the strap (On GOD) I got sick Took sum meds I can't stop choughin' Feel like rick My friends dead I Keep on Walking All dem cards Stacked against me I still bet And I win You know why, it ain't luck it ain't men It only one thing You just gotta be the man I know God wit me But he way to far to lend a hand So put yo legs into it Bitch i know u heard me put yo legs into it
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