Makes The Sun Come Out
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Makes The Sun Come Out
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About noonish I woke up to the music
Blaring out of the clock I inherited from pops
After snooze is hit twice or thrice
I climb over this mattress to go find my light
Where's my wifey at? Wait
She slept at her sisters cuz we had another fight last night
Looks like one of her cats got sick
That's either vomit or shit right next to the fridge
There's no coffee left, just tea
Green, did my best to try to make believe there's caffeine
After a minute, had a cold shower
And oh, I was pissed off with no hot water
Hello landlord, as I get dressed
Express my stress in the message that I left
So when you get a chance please call me
Gotta go, just found cat shit in the clean laundry
Yesterday's pants is the option
There's already money in the front pocket
No snow yet but it's freezin
So I throw on a coat with no hoodie underneath it
Ignore all the bills on the table
Cuz I don't love 'em, fuck 'em, who told 'em I was faithful
Shoes, keys, wallet and my temper
Out the front door into a cold November
Now wait a minute look who got a parking ticket
I live here, why I need a fucking permit?
I guess underground rap has its perks
Cause all of a sudden the speakers don't wanna work
Stereo is dead, no lights, no features
Hold up, the heater ain't on either
Must be a fuse, at least it starts
I dip to the shop that sells the car parts
And the cashier is like, man, I don't know shit
But you ain't gotta treat me like I don't know shit
Bob
That's your job Bob
Do your job Bob
Sell me a fuse and point me to the doorknob
Install the fuse and let the heater blow
Music comes on, thermometer says three below
Son's mom calls, I answer it on speakerphone
Same damn time somebody backs into my vehicle
Turn the autopilot on, man
I just wanted to go to the studio to write a song man
Meltdown now, might as well blank out
Sean'll come back once I pull up to Ant's house
That's the place I bury
All of the weight I carry
Southside basement, is like my sanctuary
I love life, that's what this ones about
So go ahead, hit record
Let's make the sun come out
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