This is a song about "Storming"

The feds slower than a can pouring

It's important that when its storming

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Empty like my eyes, yet my insides are storming,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing