CunninLynguists - Too Many Winters lyrics

[Hook] {x2} "Too many winters and nights spent alone Too many winters, you stare at the night" [Verse 1: Deacon The Villain] I'm talking dirt floors Not roads Indoors Cold feet No heat Hoping the insulation got no leaks Stove burning for four weeks 'Bout to cut the gas off Shawty got 6 kids Youngest with a bad cough Daddy died of cancer Mama was his tiny dancer Known in fairy tale's Atlantis And nobody's got the answers and it's freezing She's eatin' way too many dinners chilled Walgreens CVS They don't sell the Benadryl For those colds Ain't no sub woofers for those lows No chimney for cocoa Froze as a framed photos All night Bundled with her babies through the long night The winter's no pretender, he is no bark All bite Little Lucy was tall fight Would call Christ Mainline But on the same dime go to war come game time She had to find the will to shine in the dark Sometimes you need winter for fire to spark That's all I'm saying [Hook] [Verse 2: Eligh] It's evident, there's something heaven sent Watching over me like the secret service watch the president A resident of LAUSD, I was a hesitant little boy A little coy, a little shy, inner city schooling was the measurement Of how I never measured up I wasn't tough enough, I couldn't fight, I liked to draw I liked to write, and there were times When something pulled me left instead of right Avoiding a** beatings in the alley ways by candle light I thought of ways to mangle mics If I ever had a chance Tenements, of my mind, filled with mini me's, telling me "You can do it!" and "no you can't" Back and forth, fast forward, Legends on the road I act a fool, I lose control Should've lost my life Stickin' my dick in the dirt Dirty women and dirty drug memories tatter the walls Or decorate the halls now that I've survived Angels in the outfield, that's why I'm alive Sentiments of a fire place during winter time [Hook] [Verse 3: The Grouch] Warm my soul with this winter fire Until the wheels fall off boy I'll never retire Hired for a job that really has no finish I'm bad bro Without the bad bro image Manifestations of a kid with foresight Intentional aim, use my heat to make more light Cause I never knew a cunnin' linguist To fit in with the crowd so we come distinguished Get low like Mingus The night glows As we sit around the campground and chant down evil forces We're who the mic chose You won't do sh** about it mayne, can't tame these horses Can't you see my breath breathe? Is it cold outside or is it just me? Through many three dog noches most freeze We keep it lit, toast to these, OG's [Hook]