Weather Man - BONES, Xavier Wulf

Call me WeatherMan, I'm wherever, man

It's so hard trying to keep some cash in

Now I'm sending ice out of all directions

Why this world gotta work like this?

Call me WeatherMan, I'm wherever, man

It's so hard trying to keep some cash in

Now I'm sending ice out of all directions

Why this world gotta work like this?

Call me WeatherMan, I'm wherever, man

It's so hard trying to keep some cash in

Now I'm sending ice out of all directions

Why this world gotta be like this?

Ridin' down the PCH, sipping on some PCP

Rhyming, that's a piece of cake so I'll always eat for free

Say the game in need of me' cause I don't even need a beat

Say I mean a lot to rap but that don't mean a thing to me

Rather grow old, get a place out in the forest

On the porch of my cabin, smoking dope, eating porridge

Ounce of the snow coming down on the road

White skin like Jack Frost, got your bitch cold

Let it go

Every night I'm dying slow

Eyes never closed 'cause you never, never know

What

Sesh

Coming down on the road