Born In November Not Klyde

[Chorus]
Hop in the whip, that coupe is slender
Welcome mat say: Enter
Brand new, whip it thru colder winters
I was born in November
Tried to play me? My windows tinted
It was all perfect timing
Brand new, whip it thru cold Decembers
I was born in the Winter

[Verse 1]
Vancouver, that money Colder
Hoes' toes is freezing, Moses part when the Spirit enters
Baby said to check my beeper
Check it, looked, and it was on please do not pick up the phone
I'm alone
Camеra phone to the dome
With thе beanie
See me at home!
I'm home alone, baby I'm home alone
(I'm home alone)
(The cold on my window)
(But I'm not alone)
(I'm not on my own)
Yeah I was born in Novem–I'm used to the cold
Slide with the gang, the fake get old
The QB just knew me for who they been told
See me doing my lil Christian thing like i haven't been touring the globe
Woah woah
Back in the west like i ain't even left
Ye
Woah woah
Back in the end like i ain't even left, what's next?
I did the show what's next, what's left?
Got the advance what's next, what's left?
I got a check what's next, what's left?
If I ain't got Jesus what do I got left?
If I ain't got Jesus what do i got left?