Forecast by Chief Umeh Lyrics
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Quote from the song “Forecast” by Chief Umeh
Before Sunny Skies gotta Start with Grey
Runny Eyes When I leave She Want Me to Stay
To this money , For me here ain't the place
I need more fast, Change the forecast
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- Produced: Ayok Kids
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- Produced: Ayok Kids
Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Forecast” Released in 2014
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[Intro]
[Hook]
Before Sunny Skies gotta Start with Grey
Runny Eyes When I leave She Want Me to Stay
To this money , For me here ain't the place
I need more fast, Change the forecast
[Verse]
Drunk nights, smokin blunts
Talkin about the future
Keep the fam straight
Neuter unseen intruders
AC transit used to be
The mode of transportation
Now its car service
Voice control navigations
Lacerations on your body
For the loose lips
This chip on my Shoulder is
Bound to make your tooth chip
Few trips bi-coastal on the hashtag
Poolstick in my hands where the hash at
New year but im not fond of resolutions
I just water plants, put the plans in exection
You know me now dont be astonished by
The moniker
Just salute me when you see me on your monitor
[Hook]
Blowin astronomically
Unraveling anomalies
Probably be , a nominee
Bitch nigga? not in me
Got the key
Pass words like curry see
Mad verbs and hella tree
Probably sounds like
What my cypher be
Rivalry With myself
The only competition
Embark on expeditions
With Finesse and Vision
100 thousand votes
US petition
Didn't listen when i told them
I would make it
Lounge on islands
In the Caymans
Fronto leaf imported from Jamaica
Degree still on the table
Young and able, She blew
A kiss below my navel
Catch me sliding now
Maneuvering through the back streets
Footwork resemble athletes
Mind racin, We indie like Apache
Fuck a corporation, laps racin
No stagnation
[Outro]