paroles de chanson Snowstorm - Parzival

I was born in Mississauga but I've never seen a snowstorm
It's different levels when you know that's why your nose warm
Clothes worn, tattered on the balcony
Pressure from that alchemy's probably how all my prose formed
I could have been born 5 seconds from scorn
And had another life where a nigga settling scores
Take you round the block through some very threatening shores
Catch you cookin' cake to some deafening applause
I always wanted that life that's the root of the cause
And I could probably see at night running missions with jaws
And I would have to keep a knife, all the visions evolved
And we was all kids once, some decisions involved
I made them all scream once, it's precision involved
And I'd be working in the kitchen no hard feelings involved
I'd be itching for some bop, make my spirit dissolve
Shordy sounding like a mop as she sit in my palm
See my racks going up while I'm singing my songs
See my plaques going up while I'm reading my psalms
I fell in love with the lifestyle
I ain't even have to live it, what's the price now?
Misconceptions and pressures will keep the lights down
I'm busy living depression but with the right crowd
So what it is now?
Idealistic conceptions of all my hood niggas
I could be toting a weapon I wish you would, niggas
I wish I could, flippin records like I'm Suge
'Bout to have a menage I'm yelling Miley what's good
I'm going off man you going triple wood
And yes, I'd carry Rockets shouts out to Christian wood
And them

And I'd be right back
Word to Kenny Lamar the game is on an icepack
Bullet splitting your heart the fame finna fight back
Magic's making them bars my chain on my left hand
Surfin on my current account I mean the trust
Jesus walking on my bands, and niggas making a fuss
Do he know I'm the goat?
Well damn I mean he must
If he don't, I lift an eyebrow, stunting like Jeanie Buss
3 wishes like Genie bussin' down Inglewood with the clutch
Pick eenie meenie or minie I bet I get them to blush
A gangster, player or such, why niggas need it so much
Aggression and domination be feeding niggas they lunch
A teenie tiny presumption, got niggas itching to punch
Now niggas breeding assumptions like SZA Bitchin to punch
I'm sensitive to the touch, I'm eating demons and weeping
Identity's in a flux
Capacitor, incapacitating present future, plus
I'm dreaming of different histories, leaving me in the dust
I wish I wasn't a nigga who fiending from feeling rushes
Pretending I'm who I wasn't
I'm scheming bout feelin' brushes and flying into the sun
My mind is moving on crutches
Middle school in production
A mediocre reminder of multifaceted cousins
Maybe I'm a petition
We fighting war of attrition
I'm idolizing the struggle we doomed for repetition
Well

And I'd be right back
Word to Kenny Lamar the game is on an icepack
Bullet splitting your heart the fame finna fight back
Magic's making them bars my chain on my left hand
Surfin on my current account I mean the trust
Jesus walking on my bands, and niggas making a fuss
Do he know I'm the goat?
Well damn I mean he must
If he don't, I lift an eyebrow, stunting like Jeanie Buss
3 wishes like Genie bussin' down Inglewood with the clutch
Pick eenie meenie or minie I bet I get them to blush
A gangster, player or such, why niggas need it so much
Aggression and domination be feeding niggas they lunch
A teenie tiny

My name is cupid incredibly rude and ruthless
I'm never cued to be stupid, incredibly cute and truthfully speaking
It's been imbued in my music, I find it hard to abuse it, I ain't been scarred or confused
And I need to carefully choose how love and harvest accrue
I try my hardest but my life is not what artists have viewed
As worthy living but the snowstorm is largest when you working with the hardest of tools
But Pizzy's cruising and his art is busy doing his part
So in conclusion this the heart's evaluation of Parz