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In the summer months when the green turns to brown
As I drown from the rain soaked mound that I call my town
As the rain pounds in the summer months I get depressed anddown
With anguish and an everlasting frown I ask myself
What measure can I take to get my winter back?
What cloud do I have to attack?
To get that better season on track
Credit will be given where credit is due
A nice short drive will get you in that bucket of blue
Forget your shoes, bare feet is your treat as you trek thisabyssal isle
You’re in denial, at this moment your forgetting thisseason’s on trial
Distracted by the melodically crashing waves with theintense summer heat
An exhausted daze has gotten you beat
Don’t forget the fleet of thick August haze
Clouding your vision of the end to this summertime maze
But when the first flakes hit the ground in the fall
New sports call to your attention, a new arena for fun
The field you run turns to a slippery slope
Climbing up the ice with a knotted rope
Occasionally getting lost in the woods like the Forlorn Hope
The cold may get old, just bundle in a jacket
If your grandma can hack it then you have no excuse
Just go and attack it
Ignore the abuse of the winter weather and take it in
Watch those white piles fade with a grin
It’s almost time for next winter to beginEndFragment
I’m battling hard, tryna to find inner glory,
Get high, go to fantastica, like never ending story,
Mom, let me play COD, I swear its not too gory,
E for Everyone is just way too boring.
My lyrics hit you in the chest, just like a machine gun,
Let me hit girl, Ill put my hot dog in your bun.
Why are you leaving? My speech is not done,
I kill so many beats, they call me AtILLa the hun.
im gay? Im straighter than hair that’s just been combed
The skiing hill is my home away from home,
I’m like a buffalo, all I do is roam,
I don’t write rhymes, they come straight off my dome,
I’m a lyrical magician, rhyming’s statician,
I’ll have a mill before im 21, I’ve got ambition
I’m white, does that break rap’s tradition?
It doesn’t matter, When it comes to rhyme im a logician,
I guess im almost finished, ima go fuck some bitches,
Remember, im like harry potter when I catch snitches,
Peace out, gotta go count my riches
its like lil wayne. using the same word over and over again to make a ryhme