The Wind Songtext
von Tropidelic
The Wind Songtext
Young and bold
On the corner just west of Fulton
Being everything she thought she would be
Her blood is running cold
Out here tricking around the city
Natural side effect of runnin′ the streets
She fed up instead of
Just trying to keep her head up
A solution was presented
Now she movin' with the weather
This cyclone is all that she knows
Now she pickin′ up and gone in the wind
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
Come and go
Pawn shop professional
It′s incredible, all the lengths that he would go
Head to Buffalo, snuck a source for all his dope
Call it Ricky James pick and roll, he′s on the road
In debt and he's sweating
Can feel the symptoms set in
When he′s trying to get better
He'll be moving with the weather, yeah
This hard Jones is all that he knows
Never knowing where he′s going to again
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin′ where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
Gone in the wind
Over and over again
Look at the mess that I′m in
Feels like I′m nobody's friend
Refuse to accept that you′re dancin' with death
And pretend it′s the means to an end
Lest we forget
The things that we do for respect
Will make someone come for ya neck
Or maybe put a price on your head, so it's all downhill from here with no sled
They say that we all need Jesus
Laugh in their face, but I think I believe ′em
I see no hope in succeeding
Down on my luck, and I'm broke, but I'm breathing
I chose to be owned by my demons
Sold my soul and dove off the deep end
Hail Mary get a priest or deacon
I′m not tryna be a goddamn saint just decent
I see you missin′ where you'd gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin′ where you'd gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin′ where you'd gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin′ where you'd gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
On the corner just west of Fulton
Being everything she thought she would be
Her blood is running cold
Out here tricking around the city
Natural side effect of runnin′ the streets
She fed up instead of
Just trying to keep her head up
A solution was presented
Now she movin' with the weather
This cyclone is all that she knows
Now she pickin′ up and gone in the wind
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
Come and go
Pawn shop professional
It′s incredible, all the lengths that he would go
Head to Buffalo, snuck a source for all his dope
Call it Ricky James pick and roll, he′s on the road
In debt and he's sweating
Can feel the symptoms set in
When he′s trying to get better
He'll be moving with the weather, yeah
This hard Jones is all that he knows
Never knowing where he′s going to again
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin′ where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin' where you gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
Gone in the wind
Over and over again
Look at the mess that I′m in
Feels like I′m nobody's friend
Refuse to accept that you′re dancin' with death
And pretend it′s the means to an end
Lest we forget
The things that we do for respect
Will make someone come for ya neck
Or maybe put a price on your head, so it's all downhill from here with no sled
They say that we all need Jesus
Laugh in their face, but I think I believe ′em
I see no hope in succeeding
Down on my luck, and I'm broke, but I'm breathing
I chose to be owned by my demons
Sold my soul and dove off the deep end
Hail Mary get a priest or deacon
I′m not tryna be a goddamn saint just decent
I see you missin′ where you'd gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin′ where you'd gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin′ where you'd gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
I see you missin′ where you'd gone to again
You could check the weather but you gone in the wind
Writer(s): Robert Markouc, Matthew Andrle, James Begin, Christopher Dicola, Rex Larkman, Derek Andrew Mcbryde, David Paglisotti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com