Noah Marr - November

I only saw you by seasons
I remember in color
That night at four seasons
You was cold as November
However it go
I would not change the weather
Whatever ties that I have may get severed
Cut off my leverage
I want a new plate
I do but I don't
You could but you won't
Oh

I only saw you by seasons
I remember in color
That night at four seasons
You was cold as November
However it go
I would not change the weather

Whatever moves is dependent
How I move depending on my moment
Call my aunt she said fuck him
Yeah I really got it
Cold as November
My fam' I can't fathom to trust em
I want a full plate
And the other one busting
I cannot fuck with the busters
They all burnt out
I don't want blisters
Mom my moms ain't raise a quitter
Do it 'til paid or the roof in the kitchen

Yeah I'm clocking in
Yeah I'm making checks
Never making sense
Make my own self happy
Fuck all those offended
Fuck those with pitch fences
Pitching forks that pitch my problem
I can't picture me on forbes list
I be dropping bombs
So no I can't be conscious
I don't have no money to think
Cause I'm working early mornings
Off and on wake up yawning
Barely making Abe Linc's
And I'm honest
Just ask for peace mind

I only saw you by seasons
I remember in color
That night at four seasons
You was cold as November
However it go
I would not change the weather

I only saw you by seasons
I remember in color
That night at four seasons
You was cold as November
However it go
I would not change the weather
Whatever ties that I have may get severed
Cut off my leverage
I want a full plate
I do but I don't
You could but you won't
Oh

(Yo E, Where You At?)

These days everybody weed based
Police chasin fiends
Field itching for some free base
Yeah homie rapping on a beat bout a beat case
Me say
Only thing I trip about is shoe lace
God sake
God speed if I'm going my lane
Hombre times
Sake always spent on my days
I'm trying to beat a clock but I never seem to make it
If you're waiting on a drop then I guess that you're waiting
Fuck with me tho
Who is me one true individual
Searching ditches for the fishes it's a kitty bowl
Got a girl rolling weed hypocritical
Gotta get it like a rapper yeah we living bro
What could a wish or a dream do
I'm like Anakin in prequels bruh
I got too much on my mind too much on my plate
It's a constant quest for power leave my mind on race

Written by:
Noah Marr

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