Testo Super C Season - Naeto C
Testo della canzone Super C Season (Naeto C), tratta dall'album Super C Season
They say the weather's 'bout to change
What's the forecast, where's the weatherman?
All I'm hearing is the weather's 'bout to change
What's the forecast, where's the weatherman?
All I'm hearing is that it's Supa C season
I stay dressed up for no reason
Head got bigger, it's even touching the ceiling
Yeah, Supa C season
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nope, it's Supa C and the levels done changed
I said blame it on the swag that I'm stuffing in the bag
And putting in the pockets of the jeans that I sag
Or blame it on the fact I make 'em clap like an awfully
Mosquito as I get more zeros
You, you over there lowkey with low ketos
Still haven't blown up like a bad torpedo
Me, I'm over here in the sky like most heroes
White cat, tan gang, my clothes albino
Yo, I'm like the elevator Otis never made
I keep going up and I'm never ever coming down
They say the weather's 'bout to change
What's the forecast, where's the weatherman?
All I'm hearing is the weather's 'bout to change
What's the forecast, where's the weatherman?
All I'm hearing is that it's Supa C season
I stay dressed up for no reason
Head got bigger, it's even touching the ceiling
Yeah, Supa C season
I said the fact of the matter is I'm on the chit-chatter
'Cause nobody else fucking with me
I'm insane Amy Winehouse
You want a drink, I got a winehouse
Enough free Shaqs to make your memory wipe out
And I ain't mad that my friends are calling time out
Ten bottles for the crew before we sign out
The new crib looking far from my hideout
She wanna know my P, well here's an invite to find out
Time, table manners when we dine out
I do the things that these other rappers lie about
Yeah, I brought my blueprint design out
So they could go through the pages like a time out
They say the weather's 'bout to change
What's the forecast, where's the weatherman?
All I'm hearing is the weather's 'bout to change
What's the forecast, where's the weatherman?
All I'm hearing is that it's Supa C season
I stay dressed up for no reason
Head got bigger, it's even touching the ceiling
Yeah, Supa C season
Money for hand, back for gram
Shey they go know, shey they go know that I'm back around
I'm too gang gang, make una see as I dey denge
The flow three much, Supa C I bete jeje
Asin wey dey wear white, no suppose dey fight mechanic
I need my own space, my brain is in another planet
Trying to keep up with the Joneses, you must be a joneser
Abeg I need twenty one bosas, eh
They say the weather's 'bout to change
What's the forecast, where's the weatherman?
All I'm hearing is the weather's 'bout to change
What's the forecast, where's the weatherman?
All I'm hearing is that it's Supa C season
I stay dressed up for no reason
Head got bigger, it's even touching the ceiling
Yeah, Supa C season
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Writer(s): Osabuohien Osaretin, Naetochukwu Chikwe
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