Из альбома: Hell's Lost & Found: It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Volume 2

Verse 1:
I can see frost in the corner
of my window sills.
Dirty crib, blunt guts
where the endow spills.
A bitter chill from shoveling snow,
hustling blow and ecstasy pills
to pay electricity bills.
Its winter time, you see it in my facial features,
Its like a parallel hell were Satan freezes.
The reason we tremble
and embrace our heaters,
the season when timberland's replace our sneakers.
The trees look so wicked with no leaves in it.
The breeze is so frigid that it freezes liquid
and I start up the whip,
cant just jump in it,
gotta let that shit run
for like fifteen minutes.
The summer's too short,
winters already here.
It feels like it lasts 80% of the year.
Something in my mind snaps every single time
that its winter time (winter time) winter time.

Chorus:
come around my way and see
how could it gets you wont forget (NO!) (4x)

Verse 2:
rock stars fly by in the night time skies,
when the winds cover the earth and everything dies.
We know how to stay on the grind like snow plows,
wild weather turns cities to virtual ghost towns.
Hard hitting us boxing with frost bitten hands
snowflakes drift to the ground and gently expand.
Its like God spread coke on the mirror to blow
and icicles grow in every single inch of your soul.
We see it both ways, as for the dough i give no praise.
When i was a child i would pray for snow days.
Sick sippin' chicken broth, water and o.j.,
thinking that I'm sick when i really feel okay.
Get out of school there ain't a reason better.
You try waiting out for the bus in freezing weather.
Something in my soul dies every single time
that its winter time (winter time) winter time

Chorus:
come around my way and see
how could it gets you wont forget (NO!) (4x)

put your hood up and rock to this (rock to this)(X3)
its wintertime you got to just (got to just)

put your hood up and rock to this (rock to this)(X3)
its wintertime you got to just (got to just)

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