Snowed In by ST (QC) Lyrics
[ST]
I'm gone with the quickness
When the five o'clock shadow shot is non existent
Victimized by the dark, sharks be conflicted
Hunt in the deep waters or lurk the surface for the fish nets
Purposely unorthodox picture frames look out the box
Seen satan wear a scarf walking out and past the block
Hell froze over but nobody is acting shocked
They just stack the clothes on em cause nature be calling the shots
It's windy, check the meter, time for petty misdemeanours
Seen these ladies look at me - I'm like lemme get in between ya
Below zero drink a hundred proof so we don't freeze up
Stumbling, running the streets like Sir Digby Chicken Ceaser
Sarcastic cheap ass, halfhearted wits and em
Post-mortem, snuck in sneakers fuck your timberlands
Sucked in to buying heaters like war veterans
Going spastic, setting plastic charges in their settlements
The living sleeping in broke caskets, on some nomad shit
Protect my neck so I let my hair grow like the old Kravitz
Chilly air makes you choke, let this toke match it
Yet we all hide our nose when nature shows its coke habit
Fall out of grace, we all out of space like my note pad is
Hope for the best when it's the worse if you know patterns
Scope the cold madness souls look for jokes as if
Cheeky quotes could blow off all the snow hazards
Yearly six-month bid, where I only leave for higher space
Shivering cold, fast asleep dreaming of a fire place
Moving at a spider's pace, and I stay on the web
Legs feeling dead from the chase look at my tired face
Hipster grins left feeling grim from chilling in their cardigans
Press their chins under a second skin to hide the hearts within
Jaws clicking people hidden - the only positive
Is that we're one day closer to chilling in the park again
I'm gone with the quickness
When the five o'clock shadow shot is non existent
Victimized by the dark, sharks be conflicted
Hunt in the deep waters or lurk the surface for the fish nets
Purposely unorthodox picture frames look out the box
Seen satan wear a scarf walking out and past the block
Hell froze over but nobody is acting shocked
They just stack the clothes on em cause nature be calling the shots
It's windy, check the meter, time for petty misdemeanours
Seen these ladies look at me - I'm like lemme get in between ya
Below zero drink a hundred proof so we don't freeze up
Stumbling, running the streets like Sir Digby Chicken Ceaser
Sarcastic cheap ass, halfhearted wits and em
Post-mortem, snuck in sneakers fuck your timberlands
Sucked in to buying heaters like war veterans
Going spastic, setting plastic charges in their settlements
The living sleeping in broke caskets, on some nomad shit
Protect my neck so I let my hair grow like the old Kravitz
Chilly air makes you choke, let this toke match it
Yet we all hide our nose when nature shows its coke habit
Fall out of grace, we all out of space like my note pad is
Hope for the best when it's the worse if you know patterns
Scope the cold madness souls look for jokes as if
Cheeky quotes could blow off all the snow hazards
Yearly six-month bid, where I only leave for higher space
Shivering cold, fast asleep dreaming of a fire place
Moving at a spider's pace, and I stay on the web
Legs feeling dead from the chase look at my tired face
Hipster grins left feeling grim from chilling in their cardigans
Press their chins under a second skin to hide the hearts within
Jaws clicking people hidden - the only positive
Is that we're one day closer to chilling in the park again