The Storm Lyrics

For the price I paid

And the life I gave

For the pain that I get in exchange

(Yeah?)

If I ever make it famous

And I get a little paper

Imma flip a middle finger all day

Preach

For the price I paid

And the life I gave

For the pain that I get in exchange

(Yeah?)

If I ever make it famous

And I get a little paper

Imma Flip a middle finger all day

Preach

Fuck around and find out

Ok

I'm an artist and I'll cut you out

The painting right now

I don't gotta spare a second

For the toxic

You're nothing but a problem

And you just poisoned the well

God knows I'm not perfect

I'm still learning

I still got my burdens

You're like a flashlight

Pointed at the sun

No purpose

Hashtag worthless

Uhhh

How the fuck you're feel now

(Bout what?)

I fucked yo bitch

Good pussy, no doubt

Didn't even pull out

Uhh

I don't gotta say shit

Cause you know what went down

I was thinkin bout you

And I wrote this line

Cut chu off

And I'm doin' just fine

I'm

Thinking that you better never call my line

Put the phone down bitch stop trying

So

Congratulations

You can count your days

Until the reaper come, call your name

I don't feel your pain

I know you love me

I don't feel the same

I hope you cry

When you see my face

Uhh

As the nightfall

I reflect on my thoughts

And I might just pray to my god

Cause I can get lost

In the memories of what went wrong

And that's exactly why I wrote this song

Watch me through

The rain and show

Umm

The hurricane it blows

I'm lightning in the arctic pole

I'm frigid winter blizzard cold

I'm fire in the forest foliage

Thunder rollin' through your bones

The earthquake in your little home

You have been warned

I am the storm

For the price I paid

And the life I gave

For the pain that I get in exchange

(Yeah?)

If I ever make it famous

And I get a little paper

Imma flip a middle finger all day

Preach

For the price I paid

And the life I gave

For the pain that I get in exchange

(Yeah?)

If I ever make it famous

And I get a little paper

Imma Flip a middle finger all day

Preach

Everybody here is mad

That nobody can make it out

So nobody wanna show

Any love for anyone else

So what happens when I blow up

And now you want to be pals

You finally fucking want to reach out

Well

You can suck my dick

While I'm taking a shit

Get it

I'm the shit and you suck

The closest you'll ever get

To getting a deal

You're in the presence of greatness

I thought up this whole verse

While I was taking a piss

Honestly, your shit kind of sucks

Yup

Make sense why everyone who listen to you

Take drugs

Seen more static from a TV

That is fucking unplugged

I'm just kidding G

You know it's all love

Uhh

I'm just pissed off at the way

That the industry ended up

Oh and Cista

If you hear this

Got the venom in your blood

I'm truly hoping that you can blow up

(Yup)

I just kinda wish you would have gave love

Uhh

I'm just tired of trying

It's like a stick in the mud

It makes me wonder

If the artists I'm around even love

Making music or if they're just here

To try to make a buck

But I get it

We all gotta make a living

Just sucks

So from this day forward

I'm the charge in the solar storm

That flared up

And then entered orbit

And according to the current

Public service warning

Yo

"This just in

You'll be dead by morning so."

Watch me through

The rain and show

Umm

The hurricane it blows

I'm lightning in the arctic pole

I'm frigid winter blizzard cold

I'm fire in the forest foliage

Thunder rollin' through your bones

The earthquake in your little home

You have been warned

I am the storm

For the price I paid

And the life I gave

For the pain that I get in exchange

(Yeah?)

If I ever make it famous

And I get a little paper

Imma flip a middle finger all day

Preach

For the price I paid

And the life I gave

For the pain that I get in exchange

(Yeah?)

If I ever make it famous

And I get a little paper

Imma Flip a middle finger all day

Preach