Snow Beach - RATKING

Twa, twa, twa, twenty degrees outside, but toasty

Twenty degrees outside

But toasty in the tunnel

Another day, another dime

Another way to kill some time

Twenty degrees outside but toasty in the tunnel

It was a black and white experience

It was black and white

Twenty degrees outside but toasty

Your troubles are mine

Lets gargle n' sin

Swim to a land where snows slid

Where frozen sands still wisp

Sure you’ll never forget this short trip

What ya give is what you tend to get

Get what you give with every breath

O' darling let me feed ya'

Sounds of snow beach

I used to shit on NYU kids, soused after dark

To the point they be like «again this little fart had to start»

Seems random, like Stanford transplanted to the fountain and the arch

Infecting the apple, a cancer in its heart

Why’d you make a campus out the park?

If it keeps spreading, It’ll be deaded

Panting and parched

How you supposed to be handsome and harsh?

How you supposed to be standing for New York?

Dismantling New York?

The apple is rot, The grapple is caught

Had to free that

So instead we would rap at West 4th

For weed dealers, who could see clearer, that we realer

Offer to hustle for 'em, rather just bust it for em

Is selling swell?

Do you earn well?

Are you in the Pelle Pel?

Or the Marm shell?

Same place you hear the devil yell

With the churchs bell

Everyones a medic, well like to burn L’s

Everyone give credit, hell Let these words sell

Wanna hear and epic tale

Its Wiki Virgil

Not the trojan in my pocket

Or in my wallet Or on my cock, its

The trojan in my heart, its

The lost souls that start Rome

Let’s start home

Merk off, jerk off’s 'til they all gone

Every year another court date

Every Winter need a North Face for warmth sake on long days

Out door waits for out of state weight

How the state make money on out of date mistakes

Every year another court date

Every year need a North Face for warmth sake

On long days when the suns rays have stayed

Summer summer decayed away

Tourists came, try to escape, admire the place, visit the Empire State

I prefer a roof, stoop, fire escape

348 where I would have stayed

If I was too high for the train, walk blocks

Some where killers have been slain

Others where killing have been made

Buildings have been raised

There ain’t no block the same that’s chilling in the maze

Thinking back on second grade, thinking that second plane

More telling, over heard my uncle telling his day

Rememberin' what came

People melting, swelling my brain

Yet remain, compelling to maintain

But got these grimey cats selling their cane

To shorty like a twelfth of their age

I ain’t trying to, threaten your ways

Judge you or get in debates

But i’m spitting so i get to explain

I don’t veto votes, I veto coke

I don’t really fucks with it

Seen too many bitches stuck with it

If i’m bout to get sucked with it

Duck quicker than Quidditch

Land on a blunt and i’m with it

Y’all just different digits, nah

We whole numbers ideas is holistic

Whole numbers tend to come from cold tundras

But its no wonder, a sweat box when arose summer