[Intro]
Thank you for tuning in to Baggy Weather
Cool air has arrived
Temperatures will feel like late November
Daytime highs
Now cooler air has arrived, temperatures today will feel like late November, I'm not kiddin' you
Cooler air is not Atlanta
These temps is not Atlanta
Tell me
November's not Atlanta
What's this?

[Verse]
I'm partly cloudy, start to wonder what you'd do without me
I can't stay in one place too long, it feel like I'm drowning
I can't stay awake for too long, smokin' on that drowsy
I got iron lungs though, baby, don't you worry 'bout me
I feel like Robert Downey, how you feelin' bout me?
I'm that feel-good motherfucker when you feelin' lousy
I'm that quiltеd-picker upper, pick you up like Bounty
Probably hеard about me, comin' all the way from Cook County
I ain't that happy-go-lucky like when you first had found me
I'm your Extra Sad hubby and I say it proudly
Said she don't really trust me when I be out of townie
Said she don't wanna fuck me 'cause now she's setting boundaries
But we bound to, uh-huh, honey
Went to RoundTwo, spent a lot of money on somethin' bummy
How it's two hundred dollars with some holes in it?
Man, least you could do is put some gold in it
Derrick said we need to tour, let's hit the road with it
Tell 'em I ain't hoppin' in it 'less it's rose-tinted
With a big, "Wingstop," on the side of that ho
And if it ain't, I'll be fine with whoever wanna go
Then I'll probably come back and change the lyrics (Lot of people suck at finishing)
Should've dropped this shit in April, but I didn't finish
[Outro]
Relax, relax let me finish
Y'all gon' let me—
I'ma let you finish
Y'all gon' let me finish?