This is a song about "Corey darude sandstorm"

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

You know that love is a very serious thing

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows