Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

I'm a lovesick fuck I want you, come on fuck me, babe Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok? The weather cold The weather so Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll Cause I'm sipping Pro'

I'm always lookin' for you Time and time again, I'm all alone Why do I pretend that I'm not cold I'm so cold, cold I'm so cold (I'm so cold) I wonder if the rain fallin' this heavily on my adversaries Why in a year, I bear witness to two obituaries

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

I know it's sad that I never gave a damn about the weather, And it never gave a damn about me. No, it never gave a damn about me. Flying along, singing a song. Will you come with me, or just leave? I know it's mad, but the world were ending, Would you

Sugarcane in the easy mornin' Weather-vanes my one and lonely Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don't you go down If all our life is but a dream Fantastic posing greed Then we should feed our jewelery to the sea For diamonds do appear to be

Baby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November