This is a song about "Storming"

The feds slower than a can pouring

It's important that when its storming

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Wake in the morning, its storming and my mood's improved/

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning

Empty like my eyes, yet my insides are storming,