Eddwords - Stormy Weather (feat. Tom Edwards)

I can't fall for nothing
Oh god I stand my ground
Momma told me something
Son why you so far down
Commas gold berettas
Y'all cannot hold me down
I'm just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
I can't fall for nothing
Oh god I stand my ground
Momma told me something
Son why you so far down
Commas gold berettas
Y'all cannot hold me down
I'm just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
Fuck it up run it up check it back
I'm watching weight like I'm checking bags
My bleep pop a way, I'm okay with that
When he go away I'll be taking that
Sneak out his room hit the street now I'm packed up
In driver seat hope police don't pick that up
Cause I ain't stopping bitch I'm on probation
I get popped for being on location
Fuck that talk ANT what you doing dude
I stole my poppa whip I'm about to be coming through
And I got few of them blues we gone pop them too
And save about 2 we could drop in school
If this the life well my god I live it
14 years on everything I did it
So fuck my P.O. fuck all y'all bitches
My flow a c4 I'll bomb y'all wit it
I'm to far gone I'll never go back now
Weed to loud got my hat down
Bad little shorty got ass out
One more sip then the kid finna passout
A bad mother fucker mother fucker don't fuck wit me
Have your chick topping out at the double tree
Have your chick topping out, I'm still sucka free
And I would never cuff that no custody
I can't fall for nothing
Oh god I stand my ground
Momma told me something
Son why you so far down
Commas gold berettas
Y'all cannot hold me down
I'm just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
Fuck it up run it up buckle up
I took that whip off of a ton of drugs
I only see like a tunnel does
I wanna strap want to muscle up
Fuck the talking, really bout that life
Fuck the talking, really pop on sight
When the soda soften I could whip all night
The kid just rotten, been that all my life
My momma tripping i don't wonder why
I'm in the backyard trapping for the stupid high
Every time she look up someone running by
Every time I look up another dollar sign
I've been bad always you could cop in the hallway
Cops over there yo stop go the long way
12 years old I was told what a ball weigh
275 for the whole and they all pay
I can't fall for nothing
Oh god I stand my ground
Momma told me something
Son why you so far down
Commas gold berettas
Y'all cannot hold me down
I'm just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
I can't fall for nothing
Oh y'all should know by now

Written by:
Eddwords

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