Good Weather

[Intro] Yeah… Oh, I feel good Where we going tonight? Where we at? You know it’s whatever You trying to ride with me? Yessss Alright… alright… alright… [Verse 1] Well my tank on “e” everybody put five in (five in) Five, everybody put five in I’m in the Sebring, I can fit 5 in (five in) Five in, eight if we’re lapping up But I’m riding in the back if we lap up Cause I always wanted Sydney on my lap, what? She know, aw yeah, she know it Had a thing for her since 6th grade, I hope she know it Now I’m rocking all these clothes and these chains, I hope she notice And her boyfriend getting bent out of shape with scoliosis Awwww Aw, boy you better get that checked out And all these record labels better get their checks out Why everything gotta sound so surround for? Uh, I’m bout my business like it’s Dow Jones Tryna get stuffed with cheddar like I’m a calzone Oh, that explains why we always busy as dial tones [Hook] We just headed wherever God I’m loving this weather Chi-city summers, my God I’m loving this weather If this is far as it goes, then it hasn’t been a pleasure This can’t be it, it’s gotta get more better And I’m ahead of my time, so I’m right on schedule Right on schedule, yeah I’m right on schedule Boy I’m right on… And I just want my spot like Cruella Riding in a de Ville, praying that God’ll bless us [Verse 2: Jupiter Jim] See we always got just enough gas To get us to where we goin And the warm winter nights Where you can’t even tell it’s snowing Young and full of emotion But too immature to show them They fade away over time I call that soul erosion And we was basically brothers All we needed was blood And we’d fight over girls They never fought over us And you told me that I would make it I barely had any haters But that ain’t always concern me But I’m sure they’re coming later And shout out to my family And my cuzzo, DT3 Believed in me when they said There’s nothing to see in me They tryna get him to the league He just want a degree I want rich, fame, or happiness or one of the three They told me that I couldn’t be what I wanted to be Then all I wanted to be was deceased But these beats to live to go dead on Said I’m classic, you dead on Boy I’m spitting that heroin! [Hook] [Verse 3: Jupiter Jim] Me and JO had a convo bout why we want to be famous Surprisingly we both want every girl that had ever played us To see that we’re getting paper And have of our maids go to their place everyday And remind them that we made it Immature with dreams, see that’s a perfect combination And these girls get distracting, I’m working on concentration We don’t got a game plan, I see that as an advantage Cause dreams should be free, not contracted or managed Awwww It’s genius as you suspected it Uh, I gotta do it like prerequisites We gonna kill everything, that’s a definite Anybody out there better? That’s a negative And shout out to everyone that deleted us It’s me, JO, and some white kids that believe in us And you know we do it proper Thousand downloads, I think we just went copper… [Hook]