Chuuwee – Global Warming lyrics

[Intro]
Oh and I handle my mothafucking business
So I feel as though I deserve to take blunts to the face
And if you can't feel me, you ain't real to me nigga
Simple as that!

[Verse 1]
Ey, ya see the people that I love slowly turning on me
Or that turning point when I start to lose my only homies
So show me love or show me paper I be on my lonely
Only nigga window seat planning my global warming
My heart colder than it used to be
Truthfully, shit ain't as easy as it used to be
This booth will be the place that they couldn't shoot me down
Aiming for the roof of me
Wait, who put you hypocrite niggas up on this pedestal
How can you blame my uncertainty and self
When I'm close enough to wealth that I can see it on the shelf
It ain't far, heard the beat and everything else just melted
I'm adamant for this cheese, I need success under this Louis belt
Let Chuuwee tell it, he done made a couple moves
I panhandle, I don't know what else the fuck to do
Even judges can't judge me so who the fuck is you
God the only thing I fear cause I don't know if homies true

[Hook]
So show me love or show me paper, I be on my lonely
Only nigga window seat planning my global warming
They show me love and love me everywhere that I'm performing
Youngest nigga, quite alarming, prepping for my global warming

[Verse 2]
Your fly is open, McFly
Door is open, I think I might dive in, head first this time
I got it right where I want it when I close my eyelids, yes I did
I've been up on this shit now for five years
Grinding ridiculous hustle heavy my eyelids
Hoes tell me I'm distance, some nigga said that I'm different
Nigga I'm full of ambition I have a lot of persistent
I've been picking my Bic pen, flicking my lighter
I smoke this zippo by myself I can't get any higher
This nigga aerial but Jay couldn't get any flyer
Back when I wasn't supplying goods getting any admirers
Got my city on fire, all my niggas behind us
And I'm freshing behind a piece of behind
A bad feline, he grind, it's terrifying how I get it
(?)pull up in Challenger on twin 6s

[Hook]

So show me love or show me paper, I be on my lonely
Only nigga window seat planning my global warming
They show me love and love me everywhere that I'm performing
Youngest nigga, quite alarming, prepping for my global warming