Illah Dayz – Windblower lyrics

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Has flown away
That old wind blows so much colder

[Verse 1]
Yo, it's the fly kicko, golden double eye nickle
Sly snickle, little change, the dry pickle
Pics blow, serious face like Don Rickles
Prime ripples, I smoke bones big as hippo's
Have a nip slow, what's up kid on ya cycle
Paper sick doe, my psyche said I was sick though
Tired of shit tough, the face look like John Lithgow
The vado made the wrist glow, checking out his no
I lift weights, its like ah rich blow, rain showers
Watched pops play with 'caine for hours, wasn't no shit so
When dimes gone the the nicks flow
This ah blessing I'm sharing with y'all yo, yo, I took the risk though
Son I never brag, take the good with the bad
My moms taught peace, pops piece came from raw streets
And if I gotta move off heat, you lost meat
The weather blower I'm all water, no soda
From the era where fiends'll coach ya
And break down the cold toaster
Boulders is on my cold shoulders

[Chorus: sample]
Has flown away
That old wind blows so much colder

[Verse 2]
A-yo, straight up, John Blaze niggas what's up
Act like you don't know, I know you heard that I got cuffed
Hung around pops that puff, sipping scotch outta Styrofoam cups
Scuffed by the cops before I got stuffed
Lust attribute, matching from my hat to my boots
Major cats relax like roofs, triple fat goose
Handle pitch forks and ax too all in the yard
Since ninety-four, only God knows my life has been hard
Me, I keep charged
Sermons take seconds, longer when I'm sexing
Holding mad erection action after that dashing
Yo I happen to be trapped in a cell daily rapping
Shinning like ah light bulb, writing mainly macking
Trips, a few sips make my heart beat skip
Flipping out on all the brothers that the Hell Steet snip
Some got peeled back, natural causes and car jacked
Doped up, drunk to much, liver slipped, fucked up
Mad diseases Mack, where lost women walk tracks
Corner's flooded like roses budded, hug it
You might can't get loose
At night you hear the shots let loose
Shots of G juice, hood nicks to Belle Isle wild, the streets see you

[Chorus: sample]
Has flown away
That old wind blows so much colder