Lyrics
Chorus:
As the water starts to warm, it will evaporate,
From the cooling vapors, a liquid condensates,
and as the dueling between these states becomes insane,
they form swirling winds just ‘like a hurricane bitches’,
And you can’t even comprehend, you just cant comprehend,
what’s seems to be bottling up inside me my friends,
I hope it’s at its end, when this meeting gets out,
With a feeling that it can explode any minute now (no doubt)
Verse 1:
No doubt I used to care about my image and I still do,
Believe me it took me 19 years to find the fucking truth,
And I relish in it, hot dogging my way to find some fame,
so natural at it, I entered as the great dane,
The name alone does me wrong it’s way too pompous,
especially seeing as im the one without a fucking compass,
No path or direction, no paved road to follow,
It all seemed easier when my head was fuckin hollow,
the dreams and aspirations that once seemed so bright,
the filament stayed strong and so did the light,
it affected my sight, creating glare off my lenses,
I ignored all signs, staying close to four senses,
And I tried hopping fences, like an equestrian,
But I stood lifeless much like a mannequin,
So Forget wats within, the great dane must entertain,
As the storm bottles up you can feel the hurricane
Verse 2:
No doubt I gave shit, but what its worth mean’s shit,
I had to compensate for incompetent little bitch,
And I couldn’t flip the switch, the lights were always so strong,
I tried turning em off, but the switch was always stuck on,
The lights never dimmed, the room darkened in hue,
Everything turned white, which obstructed my view,
I couldn’t see clearly or it may have been too clear,
That I was unaware that I was even fuckin here,
In a sense of senseless wonder, that I had envisioned,
I could never truly define what the fuck I was missing,
I had never compromised my thought, cause it was right,
And I already knew what I was supposed to do with my life,
I was never given a choice, free was too expensive,
I didn’t want to risk it, so I avoided the lesson,
The class was in session, and I didn’t show up,
Too busy brewing up the storm to fuck all the shit up
Verse 3
Now iv’e never went shopping before like in my life,
Cause im too indecisive, to feel like im right,
so naturally im wrong, and im wrong in that sense,
Too worried about the dollar and saving up the cents,
Which doesn’t make sense, cause I don’t need that shit,
And yet want we all want it just to feed our ego a bit,
And I must admit, that havin money feels good,
So much so I feel like I can gloat more than I should,
Buy some bling, buy some jerseys, man why not,
Wear them shits proudly pretending im someone im not,
And Sean Taylor was shot, deceased at 24,
im wearin that 21, hoping that I have a little more,
Preparing for what’s in store, the hurricane passed by,
Protecting what he loved, I thought I’d give it a try,
And right before I die, ill fight to find that light,
As the clouds form and the winds sail away with my kite
hey man, i like your song the hurricane, you stay really on point and your flow is nice. Maybe a little more intensity, that might just be leveling but also the hurricane b*** es thing that comes in and out would make it sound better if it wasnt there haha, but other than that tight song man. yo if you get a chance sometime check out some of my stuff feel free to drop some feedback. Peace