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letra de weather broke - mawcus

[intro]
this all beat, no hook
this sound like (ha)
spring in windsor, summers in bloomfield
either or, morning ’til dusk or right when it get dark
mawcus

[verse]
i went to roger wolcott, carnival held cross the street (way back)
every summer, young and dumber, egos often meet (they mad)
the popeyes never get your order right, right up the street (nah go back they skimped me)
by asia 2 stacks, if you knew that, then you’re cut for me
i’m up by exit 37, been around the town since knee-high (since a kid)
and i seen more; these harco tours and ct cuts to seasides
but that ain’t sh-t, most times they wanna leave and i could see why
cause we’re so close, but so removed from hopes and habits, free minds
but them same folks poverty pimping, preaching hymns that breed lies
you ain’t him; but i’ll slow down, i held the piece, i keep mines
i got slim, cause chances slimmer, can’t play stray in these times
we ain’t friends, but used to be, and “used to be” used up plenty
since grade school hooping up at lp wilson
turn to teenagers, talk up the tellies, marriotts and hiltons (you ain’t heard?)
got his diploma, walked the stage, then turn to hartford’s realest (now you gutter)
i never get it, from colonials like me, but trap for shillings (new england)
instead of tryna grab some old money out them buildings (why not?)
prefer the gladiator school, go leonidas kick-it (yeah)
might not be your messenger, but reignites my vision
what i seen in that fire ain’t desire, nah it’s different
but this beat smell like barbecue, like we’ll hit the park in a few
the evening fall, we plot the moves
was balling, go shower, regroup (nah forreal imma hit y’all)
some of us went out of bounds, man mostly all was just cool (holme wylin)
not to say i miss a soul, that’s pride or the arguable truth
n-ggas scared to tell they story straight, until officer views
but shun the ones who make the ogs proud and go talk to the youth
might as well be in the upside down, i feel like i’m el
a one of one twice over, double check it and feel the braille
mlc, end of the hills, exposed me to thrills, chills, and sk!lls
my name’s my name, i’m me, no family plugs or shadows, forreal
first born and raised, i paved the way, digress, i’m at it still
with all this madness witnessed, proud that i would rather build
it’s no superheroes swooping down to save the people
lil brodie, i’m tryna tell you that these capes deceitful
although i outgrew where i’m from, i needed all the seasons (why’s that?)
cause you can’t choose just where you pop out, so it’s for a reason it’s for a reason (huh)
[outro]
yeah, and i need it
please believe it
i think the weather broke

- mawcus

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