Текст песни Winter - Shane Eagle

Hey lovely little lady, lady
Don′t leave me out here you waiting, waiting
'Cause the sun don′t shine in the winter
And they say there's no place in heaven for the sinner
Hey lovely little lady, lady
Don't leave me out here you waiting, waiting
′Cause the sun don′t shine in the winter
And they say there's no place in heaven for the sinner

I know that Jesus is black
I keep the keys in the back
In case I′m stuck in the past
To keep the future intact
I mean yay, I keep my cakes in her pan
I give my mama a hand, you know that I be the man
They say the blacker the berry the sweater the juice
The more Pac I be bumping, the more focussed the crew
The more music I'm dropping I′m getting closer to you
I keep the hoes in a loop and enemies in a truce
Can't we fix this shit heaven′s sake
Swag dripping when I walk in into heaven's gate
Peter pants sagging bumpin' on that Kevin Gates
Now I′m looking out the window

Looking for my little lady...

Lady
Don′t leave me out here you waiting, waiting

'Cause the sun don′t shine in the winter
And they say there's no place in heaven for the sinner

This the Wayne in a way
I′m never fading away
I know that God is walking with me
On the moves that I make
Don't just be bumping your head
Listen to the things that they say
I know, I know I leave a message for my fans everyday
I′m waiting on my only daughter
Brush 'em off with the holy water
Everything's in order, everything′s in order
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Calling the jewels
Calling the crew
Calling on, calling on, calling on you
Pick up the phone, let a nigga know
Don′t you say no, no, no
I been smoking a trip when my nigga brough me the tape
To say I'm the shit
Girl on my lap reaching my phone
Now she hand on my D, D
Missed call from heaven
Then I God going beep, beep
I can′t change my ways
I'm from the streets streets
Robbie Ridge to be precise
Where niggas catch bodies and play dice with the lotto
Where they drink it out the bottle
Where the girls look like models
So let me rap, if niggas try rob us
We don′t thug them bad

If niggas showing hate, we gon' love them back
′Cause everything is everything
Spin me back little lady...

Lady
Don't leave me out here you waiting, waiting
'Cause the sun don′t shine in the winter
And they say there′s no place in heaven for the sinner
Little lady, little lady
I hope you see me, I hope you see me
Lady, lady