Chase Allen - Cloudy Afternoons lyrics

rate me

Looking back no rapper all I dress up

Flat screen cars on the naughty professor

Sun raise beamer through the curtain

5 voice smells on my phone, saying this isn’t working

For certain, that’s a loony for certain

Given tone in her voice you can tell she was rehearsing

Damn I should have used better judgment

I should have smashed her friends and her cousins

My cousin said cousin you was bugging

You different main that’s swagger like make loving

You wifed her and you wasn’t even husband

Pop potato stressed out while she out clubbing

So as the room lights get dim, falling like the wagon

Of a black stay none like them

Thick ones some like then

Every times the horrors brought,

Come they always lightskin

This a shame, money in the vain

Can’t boy you love, they don’t make him buy you things

Like diamonds and chains, black on black range

Private jet planes

Mane I’m bout to go insane

Give me a jacket with the straps on

And if it’s louie then I just might …my back on

Need some love, hit onyx off then I stack on it

Your ass look lonely, you sure you don’t need a lap on it

I’m just saying, cause you know,

You fine and all, but

Mama used to tell me take advantage of any single change I get

Who would have thought that I would see some days like this

Pass forward places that you see on tv

Like a novel how custom turn the page like this

I was made like this, I was raised like this

Mediterranean sea, I got waves like this

Minimum wage, I was once paid like this

Hellfire smoking weed, how I blaze like this

In school odd, didn’t get A’s like this

In the barber shop, Jordan junk shot got fades like this

Lasagna noodles with the chicks, get laid like this

Fire hoes with the ruger, you get sprayed like this

Disassemble gotti’s part inside the lobby

When our owners come out, we rob they asses with the shotty

Cause we do this for a hobby, ain’t tryina catch a body

But if somebody spot me, they gonna make the news prolly

Got nothing to loose, don’t follow no rules

Don’t look up to me homie, just look up to my shoes

Catch me at a bar mitzvah drinking nothing but booze

On a search for my lucky break like I’m hunting for food

Touch a hunned k soon as the weather start changing

Before god fulfilled the book of revelation

Lift her legs up, make her legs start shaking

Then she hitting high notes, like a need of bacon

And my fault, she wanted the morning situation

Now she on the floor, vital for respiration

Remind me the brown versus the boardal education

Bust a la black remi and the segregation

Mama said.