Lyrics for Too Many Winters by CunninLynguists :
[Hook] {x2}
“Too many winters and nights spent alone
Too many winters, you stare at the night”

[Verse 1: Deacon The Villain]
I’m talking dirt floors
Not roads
Indoors
Cold feet
No heat
Hoping the insulation got no leaks
Stove burning for four weeks
‘Bout to cut the gas off
Shawty got 6 kids
Youngest with a bad cough
Daddy died of cancer
Mama was his tiny dancer
Known in fairy tale’s Atlantis
And nobody’s got the answers and it’s freezing
She’s eatin’ way too many dinners chilled
Walgreens
CVS
They don’t sell the Benadryl
For those colds
Ain’t no sub woofers for those lows
No chimney for cocoa
Froze as a framed photos
All night
Bundled with her babies through the long night
The winter’s no pretender, he is no bark
All bite
Little Lucy was tall fight
Would call Christ
Mainline
But on the same dime go to war come game time
She had to find the will to shine in the dark
Sometimes you need winter for fire to spark
That’s all I’m saying

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eligh]
It’s evident, there’s something heaven sent
Watching over me like the secret service watch the president
A resident of LAUSD, I was a hesitant little boy
A little coy, a little shy, inner city schooling was the measurement
Of how I never measured up
I wasn’t tough enough, I couldn’t fight, I liked to draw
I liked to write, and there were times
When something pulled me left instead of right
Avoiding ass beatings in the alley ways by candle light
I thought of ways to mangle mics
If I ever had a chance
Tenements, of my mind, filled with mini me’s, telling me
“You can do it!” and “no you can’t”
Back and forth, fast forward, Legends on the road
I act a fool, I lose control
Should’ve lost my life
Stickin’ my di*k in the dirt
Dirty women and dirty drug memories tatter the walls
Or decorate the halls now that I’ve survived
Angels in the outfield, that’s why I’m alive
Sentiments of a fire place during winter time

[Hook]

[Verse 3: The Grouch]
Warm my soul with this winter fire
Until the wheels fall off boy I’ll never retire
Hired for a job that really has no finish
I’m bad bro
Without the bad bro image
Manifestations of a kid with foresight
Intentional aim, use my heat to make more light
Cause I never knew a cunnin’ linguist
To fit in with the crowd so we come distinguished
Get low like Mingus
The night glows
As we sit around the campground and chant down evil forces
We’re who the mic chose
You won’t do sh*t about it mayne, can’t tame these horses
Can’t you see my breath breathe?
Is it cold outside or is it just me?
Through many three dog noches most freeze
We keep it lit, toast to these, OG’s

[Hook]