walking through the snow, seven in a row
sun is dipping low, like serotonin after shows
know they’re sending thorns if they want to send a rose
once the curtain close, when they hitting low
(oh)
fuck an after party imma send it home
grab her throat and let it roll, i pull up close and let it go
(woah)
summer, winter, hit the slopes
reasons we got ways to cope, said the least and did the most
i know we know better but we up with the whole gang
shawty with me bad, bang, with me through the whole thing
i like stormy weather, i remember when you told me
let it fall, call it code red
hold, that position
dripping like we did the dishes, know i feel the well and wishes
still
know it never made a difference, had to work to make it different
pop a seal i’m bouta rip it real
i know we know better but we up with the whole gang
shawty with me bad, bang, with me through the whole thing
i like stormy weather, i remember when you told me
let it fall, call it code red
