🦌 SUN, WITH A CHANCE OF SHIT🦌 Oh, the sun keeps shining, No matter what... No matter what shit shows up... The Sun keeps shining and doesn't really give a fuck. Lookin out my window what a great day! Tell any type of struggle will be in my way, I can hear the birds singing in the trees, Feels like today was crafted for me. (If I only known of the falsecocatry...) There could be a chance of rain, A chance of sleep, snowfall for days. A chance of lake effect a mile deep, Maybe sunny showers, Or fog so thick you can't see. Perhaps mother nature will lose her mind today, Just used to it all, Street heat summer, the slick rain. I know the bone chill of winter legit, Just one forecast I can never predict, When it's sunny outside, with a Chance of shit. (Chance of shit,) (Chance of shit,) (Chance of shit,) Yeah, sunny with a chance of shit. Walkin down the road, Nothing wrong as I go, I see a passerby, wave my hello, He flips his finger high, and tells me where I can go... (Whoa... crappy karma bro.) There could be a chance of rain, A chance of sleep, snowfall for days. A chance of lake effect a mile deep, Maybe sunny showers, Or fog so thick you can't see. Perhaps mother nature will lose her mind today, Just used to it all, Street heat summer, the slick rain. I know the bone chill of winter legit, Just one forecast I can never predict, When it's sunny outside, with a chance of shit. (Chance of shit,) Always hittin' (Chance of shit,) Always hittin' (Chance of shit,) Yeah, sunny with a chance of shit... That shit is always hittin... I think nature is where I need to be, Existing with the rabbits, the birds, amongst the trees, Oh, oh, over by that clearing, A baby bunny waits for me. Cute pink nose, ears fluffier than the rest, Would'a took a photo, such a perfect moment to capture, But the talons of a crow, ripped into her face and snatched her.. [Instrumental Rest | near silence | distant feedback | lingering room ambience.] "Yeah.. that one really hurt." There could be a chance of rain, A chance of sleet, snowfall for days. A chance of lake effect a mile deep, Maybe sunny showers, Or fog so thick you can't see. Perhaps mother nature will lose her mind today, Just used to it all, Street heat summer, the slick rain. I know the bone chill of winter legit, Just one forecast I can never predict, When it's sunny outside, and I'm covered in shiiiiit! (Covered in shit,) Chance my ass, kid! (Covered in shit,) Chance my ass, kid! (Covered in shit,) Yeah, sunny with an avalanche of shit. Just more money and crap to give my therapist. It's the perfect outfit.. Complete with a stain. It's pretending it didn't hurt a bit... While hemorrhaging... It's knowing the answer... But never getting picked... It's wanting a good day to matter... Then getting handed liquid shit! Yeah, life is full of shit, Better get used to it kid.
