Winter

Hey lovely little lady, lady Don’t leave me out here you waiting, waiting 'Cause the sun don’t shine in the winter And they say there’s no place in heaven for the sinner Hey lovely little lady, lady Don’t leave me out here you waiting, waiting Cause the sun don’t shine in the winter And they say there’s no place in heaven for the sinner I know that Jesus is black I keep the keys in the back In case I’m stuck in the past To keep the future intact I mean yay, I keep my cakes in her pan I give my mama a hand, you know that I be the man They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice The more Pac I be bumping, the more focused the crew The more music I’m dropping, I’m getting closer to you I keep the hoes in a loop and enemies in a truce Can’t we fix this shit for heaven’s sake? The swag dripping when I'm walking into heavens gates Peter pants sagging, bumping on that Kevin Gates And now I’m looking out my window looking for my little lady Lady Don’t leave me out here you waiting, waiting 'Cause the sun don’t shine in the winter And they say there’s no place in heaven for the sinner This is that Wayne in a way I’m never fading away I know that God is walking with me on the moves that I make Don’t just be bumping your head, listen to the things that they say I know, I know I leave a message for my fans everyday I’m waiting on my only daughter Brush ‘em off with the holy water Everything’s in order, everything’s in order Oh yeah, oh yeah calling the jewels, calling the crews Calling on, calling on, calling on you Pick up the phone, let a nigga know Don’t you say no, no, no I been smoking a trip when my nigga brought me the tape to say I’m the shit Girl on my lap reaching my phone Now her hand's on my D, D Missed call from heaven, then God going beep, beep I can’t change my ways, I’m from the street streets Yeah, Robbie Ridge to be precise Where niggas catch bodies and play dice with the lotto Where they drink it out the bottle And where the girls look like models So let me rap If niggas try rob us we don’t thug them bad If niggas showing hate, we gon’ love them back ‘Cause everything is everything Spin me back little lady Lady Don’t leave me out here you waiting, waiting 'Cause the sun don’t shine in the winter And they say there’s no place in heaven for the sinner (Little lady, little lady I hope you see me, I hope you see me Lady, lady) --- Winter - Shane Eagle