Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weather Machine, artist - Wilma VritraDate of issue: 04.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Weather Machine |
| Transform |
| Reform |
| I’m back in this bitch with ends and almost no friends now |
| Change weather machine, maker supreme |
| Gold on him and the team gettin' the cream |
| But all light is not bright light |
| And all dikes are not Klondike |
| And all rights are not equal |
| And all us are not people, or so it seems |
| Write three all up on your TV screen, movie screen, geeze |
| DVD, CD, MP3, elect |
| Captist, fascist, not fashion, what’s next? |
| Need to get a weapon, need protect |
| For what? |
| Hatin'-ass niggas at my doorstep, blow! |
| I don’t see nobody at my doorstep |
| Competition fleeting like the youth, poof |
| Middle finger to a blue suit, true |
| Black man in a black coupe, vroom (Skrrt, blah) |
| (Blah) |