[Chorus: mxmtoon]
The weather, oh-oh, the weather
Ruining our plans come on and get it together
You're so mean, so mean
The weather, oh-oh, the weather
Waitin' for the sun, but it's not gettin' better
You're so mean, so mean
[Verse 1: Samsa]
Yo, I don’t miss the woolen jackets and the winter caps
Scratchy scarves, bulky boots, how everyday, my lips were chapped
My dermatologist a firm apologist of winter weather
I’ve used every type of cream and lip balm and I’m still not better
Aside from skin, I don’t miss my itchy thermal sheep-skin socks
I’ve been waitin' since December for the vernal equinox
And thankfully, it’s here, no more drivin' through the permafrost
I don’t need a coffee thermos, I can turn my furnace off
And note to self: I’ve been waitin' months for all this snow to melt
And finally, it’s gone, and I can venture out of our room
Frolic in the foliage, kick back and watch the flowers bloom
And breathe the open air as the heavens shine bright and powder blue
There’s just one little problem though that I didn’t account for:
Every fuckin' weather forecast has a chance of downpour
Just one little issue, and yes, I’m a bit impatient
But I haven’t waited all this time for more precipitation
Like weather gods, there’s just one little thought I’m tryna get across
I don’t expect things perfect, but at least just give me better odds
Lately, I’ve been hopin' that the tones of grey would fade
And that the sky would yawn cerulean, not rain on my parade
And I know I’m bein' harsh on you, but I'm not tryna scapegoat
It’d just be nice to go outside without wearing a raincoat
Without holdin' umbrellas, the sidewalk nice and chalky
With no puddles there to waddle through, wearing nothing waterproof
But maybe on the bright side, it’s a fair bet
To think the sun is over on her way here, but not here yet
So let's go get our hair wet, fuck it, let's go dancing in our bare feet
On a rooftop super carefree with the pattering of the dew drops as our jukebox
And run for cover at a nearby coffee shop
Where we can dry our parka and our rubberized galoshes off
And we’ll just take a rain-check for that picnic in the grass
And sip our lattes by the window as the drizzle hits the glass
The weather, oh-oh, the weather
Ruining our plans come on and get it together
You're so mean, so mean
The weather, oh-oh, the weather
Waitin' for the sun, but it's not gettin' better
You're so mean, so mean
[Verse 1: Samsa]
Yo, I don’t miss the woolen jackets and the winter caps
Scratchy scarves, bulky boots, how everyday, my lips were chapped
My dermatologist a firm apologist of winter weather
I’ve used every type of cream and lip balm and I’m still not better
Aside from skin, I don’t miss my itchy thermal sheep-skin socks
I’ve been waitin' since December for the vernal equinox
And thankfully, it’s here, no more drivin' through the permafrost
I don’t need a coffee thermos, I can turn my furnace off
And note to self: I’ve been waitin' months for all this snow to melt
And finally, it’s gone, and I can venture out of our room
Frolic in the foliage, kick back and watch the flowers bloom
And breathe the open air as the heavens shine bright and powder blue
There’s just one little problem though that I didn’t account for:
Every fuckin' weather forecast has a chance of downpour
Just one little issue, and yes, I’m a bit impatient
But I haven’t waited all this time for more precipitation
Like weather gods, there’s just one little thought I’m tryna get across
I don’t expect things perfect, but at least just give me better odds
Lately, I’ve been hopin' that the tones of grey would fade
And that the sky would yawn cerulean, not rain on my parade
And I know I’m bein' harsh on you, but I'm not tryna scapegoat
It’d just be nice to go outside without wearing a raincoat
Without holdin' umbrellas, the sidewalk nice and chalky
With no puddles there to waddle through, wearing nothing waterproof
But maybe on the bright side, it’s a fair bet
To think the sun is over on her way here, but not here yet
So let's go get our hair wet, fuck it, let's go dancing in our bare feet
On a rooftop super carefree with the pattering of the dew drops as our jukebox
And run for cover at a nearby coffee shop
Where we can dry our parka and our rubberized galoshes off
And we’ll just take a rain-check for that picnic in the grass
And sip our lattes by the window as the drizzle hits the glass
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