Colorful Storms

It’s like cold mornings and warm nights to form sights
It’s all bright, and in my head, music makes it feel alright
Cold mornings from long nights, the wrong type
But song strike, and short life from proud sparks and gunfight
Let’s twist scenarios like smoke from a long pipe
Combine it with the cloudiness of life to make the song tight
Cold like waking up from my diagonal sleep
Reminiscing on what happens when the alcohol speaks
(I mean it’s)
Beef and battery, but also son it has to be
Making you feel fly, friendly sky, its down to gravity
Actually, it’s off with the whites the thoughts mapped to me
It’s like a widow queen who wasn’t married happily
Warm nights, I finally put the ideas together
And colonize the place, the rhymes that’s gonna change the weather
Cold the hotness, cold the warm I perform
And now I bring alive for the Colorful Storm
Grinding out them autumn leaves
White sands and green palm trees
Like silhouettes, shadows forms (Ah)
Colorful Storms
Grinding out them autumn leaves
White sands and green palm trees
Like silhouettes, shadows forms (Ah)
Colorful Storms
Yo, at my dining room table is where I write
The world stays impression, still hemmings my father’s life
The soul for holding, now poetry on Gadota
Broken from a tree but still branching to every owner
Now you know I’m gonna just leave you with that to think
I’m like a dog I fuck around with ya ass by instinct
By instinct, I then sink to places with my pen blinks
10 drinks, I have you dance with dead folks and then think
In love with girls that help me see through the past
And other people that’s reflecting ya ass
Same song, different time but its effecting my line
In the mood to freeze the morning, pouring out the sunshine
That’s why I gravitate back to the table, maybe have a plate
Slouch over feel the rolls increase in my fattened shape
Gravitate, whenever see day, I must evaluate
And warm up the night with different bars, I never calculate
Visually, for the changing of age
Adjust the world that we create through every musical page
I play the world and keep creating the stage
I use blue for the loneliness and red for afraid
Turn raindrops to paintdrops that off at every trainstop
Chain spots that make the last place be where the pain stops
Go to the sharks, cuz Pops they at the same spot
I’ve never been there for some reason, it’s strange, I
Been on the road for so long, so things I’m holding on
Leave it open so I can never close a song
It’s never gone, I tie the beam and pull the rope along
To where there’s cold mornings and where the nights are warm