Canal The Weather Station (Ft. Judah Berman-Roberts)

[Verse 1:The Weather Station]
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
And fuck rap, son, it's rap, by far
I put the U in truth with a turn
It's a life for a life when they come

To skip the viruses, installed the patches
You tootie, fruity, tootie fruity
Backstage, we slingin' V.I.P. passes
I love the booty
Ashes to ashes
Shoop the local Wendy Cooper loopy
I'm spendin grands down in Rio
Fear no man, hear no command


Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Gold medals won, for the character I'm preferably hung
They're made to еntice
Livin' in the city, wherе the G's die young
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
Bang or ball bang or ball
Those who keep insistin they know it all

[Verse 2:Judah Berman-Roberts]
Blank out, meanwhile, uncontrollable now
And hurt yourself, over-exert yourself
Kid Rock and I'ma let you know
Alcoholic addict, never tried to change himself
Fill your lungs, matter fact run your chain hoe
Used to hustle underground makin' moves myself
I worship You, recognizing you are power and might
Aight you motherfuckers, everybody, gonna get some of that light