"October" lyrics
Ya basically...
That's what I'm sayin' tho
Like what you gon' do? Bitch starts trippin' what you gon'... what you really gon' do?
Ain't shit you can do, man
I'm getting ready for winter, ready for
New York in December, Ready for that
Stormy weather, it only Make the
Blues that more better. Fingers swollen
African street vendor, Soldier Field
Breath frozen. Somebody gon' get injured
For that legal tender. Bitch that's six months
I don't ever wanna remember, damn right
It's over this time ain't no goin' back, Sittin in
Pitch black let the cherry glow, 'Red & Gold'
On the stereo, he can fuck that hoe
TV full of snow, freezing cold waitin' on that
Radiator to start knockin', Niggas in they kitchen
Waitin' on that white to start rockin', whole city
Waitin' on the Giants to start blockin'. You and her
At the clinic facing some stark options, alarm clockin'
Suspended animation once you clocked in 8 to 6
Dark at 5, beers chase liqs, Niggas is too high
On some wax, wait touch the sky Fiasco
Must be a black thing, you know I tried
When you went to the bing you know I cried
Don't be an asshole, cats gotta stop fuckin' up
And that's on me to say, in emergency rooms
Lookin' for my peoples name. What part of the
Game is that then? Jehovah's witness
Says the world's coming to an end and
Pass me a flyer, I said "thanks, but I'm
Ready for winter and you preaching to the choir"
That's what I'm sayin' tho
Like what you gon' do? Bitch starts trippin' what you gon'... what you really gon' do?
Ain't shit you can do, man
I'm getting ready for winter, ready for
New York in December, Ready for that
Stormy weather, it only Make the
Blues that more better. Fingers swollen
African street vendor, Soldier Field
Breath frozen. Somebody gon' get injured
For that legal tender. Bitch that's six months
I don't ever wanna remember, damn right
It's over this time ain't no goin' back, Sittin in
Pitch black let the cherry glow, 'Red & Gold'
On the stereo, he can fuck that hoe
TV full of snow, freezing cold waitin' on that
Radiator to start knockin', Niggas in they kitchen
Waitin' on that white to start rockin', whole city
Waitin' on the Giants to start blockin'. You and her
At the clinic facing some stark options, alarm clockin'
Suspended animation once you clocked in 8 to 6
Dark at 5, beers chase liqs, Niggas is too high
On some wax, wait touch the sky Fiasco
Must be a black thing, you know I tried
When you went to the bing you know I cried
Don't be an asshole, cats gotta stop fuckin' up
And that's on me to say, in emergency rooms
Lookin' for my peoples name. What part of the
Game is that then? Jehovah's witness
Says the world's coming to an end and
Pass me a flyer, I said "thanks, but I'm
Ready for winter and you preaching to the choir"
