The wind, invisible, powerful, mysterious
The rain, touching your hair, your face, your heart
The snow falls and something inside is a child again
The sun shines and the whole world seems to smile
Because the weather means more to you than umbrellas and overcoats
We bring you the weather channel, weather you can always turn to
I dont even want you to pay me any attention
I got my own shit and you are merely a distraction
Im not blind but I ignore you in similar fashion
I got no love, I got no love, not even just a fraction
Fuck a brand name bitch I rock my own shit
Fuck these other rappers bitch I bump my own shit
Im all alone, singing at the bottom of the ocean
Im in my zone, cant nobody tell me no shit
No bills, still Im looking like I own shit
Young Bones, and Im back up on that flow shit
That bob your head, roll your blunt, get gone shit
Never pay for clothes; I never owe shit
I dont even want you to pay me any attention
I got my own shit and you are merely a distraction
Im not blind but I ignore you in similar fashion
I got no love, I got no love, not even just a fraction