The weather's variable so are you changes, changes But I can't do a thing about the weather Do you have your ticket? Can you foresee changes, changes?
Fordítás: Magazin. About The Weather.
are solved In glossy magazines Too much small talk Leads to a small mind So tell me what your views are And I will tell you mine How's the weather? (
certain sigh that I heard windows open curtains tied and the birds saying this is the dawn I thought about the places my kisses had gone given self quizzes
't please ya, I don't need ya Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see y'all Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about
here vulnerable, proud as hell So you know what I'm all about, uh huh From the inside out The inside out, the inside out That's what it's about Society
I ever took apart She said - that she would give me greatness, status, placement above the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of
from every pane of weathered glass And I held you closer than anyone would ever get Do you remember the JAMC? And reading aloud from magazines I don
N.E.W., N.E.W., N.E.W.S. North, East, West and South Read all about it, read all about it, news I wanna know about the weather tomorrow I wanna know
bed I have no heart, that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" Somewhere in a magazine I found a page about you
me in all those magazines So adios to Amarillo, hello New Orleans We talked about our lives together we talked about our plans We walked through rain and windy weather
boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life And I will [p.r. terrrorist] Magazines recovered
JOE You wanted to see me SHELDRAKE I did? What about? JOE "Based Loaded" It's an outline for a baseball picture. SHELDRAKE So, pitch. JOE It's about
nigga reachin' Either death or the pen' shit I had to do better It was a must I moved on and now I'm all about cheddar A young entrepreneur I rather
I know, I've read all the articles seen all the photographs pictures of you and me in the magazines. I did all the interviews and not once did I mention
in all those magazines So adios to Amarillo, hello New Orleans We talked about our lives together, we talked about our plans We walked through rain and windy weather
don't please ya, I don't need ya Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see ya'll! Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about
bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" Somewhere in a magazine I found a page about you
