Snowstorm Lyrics

I was born in Mississauga but I've never seen a snowstorm

It's different levels when you know that's why your nose warm

Clothes worn, tattered on the balcony

Pressure from that alchemy's probably how all my prose formed

I could have been born 5 seconds from scorn

And had another life where a nigga settling scores

Take you round the block through some very threatening shores

Catch you cookin' cake to some deafening applause

I always wanted that life that's the root of the cause

And I could probably see at night running missions with jaws

And I would have to keep a knife, all the visions evolved

And we was all kids once, some decisions involved

I made them all scream once, it's precision involved

And I'd be working in the kitchen no hard feelings involved

I'd be itching for some bop, make my spirit dissolve

Shordy sounding like a mop as she sit in my palm

See my racks going up while I'm singing my songs

See my plaques going up while I'm reading my psalms

I fell in love with the lifestyle

I ain't even have to live it, what's the price now?

Misconceptions and pressures will keep the lights down

I'm busy living depression but with the right crowd

So what it is now?

Idealistic conceptions of all my hood niggas

I could be toting a weapon I wish you would, niggas

I wish I could, flippin records like I'm Suge

'Bout to have a menage I'm yelling Miley what's good

I'm going off man you going triple wood

And yes, I'd carry Rockets shouts out to Christian wood

And them

And I'd be right back

Word to Kenny Lamar the game is on an icepack

Bullet splitting your heart the fame finna fight back

Magic's making them bars my chain on my left hand

Surfin on my current account I mean the trust

Jesus walking on my bands, and niggas making a fuss

Do he know I'm the goat?

Well damn I mean he must

If he don't, I lift an eyebrow, stunting like Jeanie Buss

3 wishes like Genie bussin' down Inglewood with the clutch

Pick eenie meenie or minie I bet I get them to blush

A gangster, player or such, why niggas need it so much

Aggression and domination be feeding niggas they lunch

A teenie tiny presumption, got niggas itching to punch

Now niggas breeding assumptions like SZA Bitchin to punch

I'm sensitive to the touch, I'm eating demons and weeping

Identity's in a flux

Capacitor, incapacitating present future, plus

I'm dreaming of different histories, leaving me in the dust

I wish I wasn't a nigga who fiending from feeling rushes

Pretending I'm who I wasn't

I'm scheming bout feelin' brushes and flying into the sun

My mind is moving on crutches

Middle school in production

A mediocre reminder of multifaceted cousins

Maybe I'm a petition

We fighting war of attrition

I'm idolizing the struggle we doomed for repetition

Well

And I'd be right back

Word to Kenny Lamar the game is on an icepack

Bullet splitting your heart the fame finna fight back

Magic's making them bars my chain on my left hand

Surfin on my current account I mean the trust

Jesus walking on my bands, and niggas making a fuss

Do he know I'm the goat?

Well damn I mean he must

If he don't, I lift an eyebrow, stunting like Jeanie Buss

3 wishes like Genie bussin' down Inglewood with the clutch

Pick eenie meenie or minie I bet I get them to blush

A gangster, player or such, why niggas need it so much

Aggression and domination be feeding niggas they lunch

A teenie tiny

My name is cupid incredibly rude and ruthless

I'm never cued to be stupid, incredibly cute and truthfully speaking

It's been imbued in my music, I find it hard to abuse it, I ain't been scarred or confused

And I need to carefully choose how love and harvest accrue

I try my hardest but my life is not what artists have viewed

As worthy living but the snowstorm is largest when you working with the hardest of tools

But Pizzy's cruising and his art is busy doing his part

So in conclusion this the heart's evaluation of Parz