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Hotter than Paris

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By Forest GreenPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read
Hotter than Paris
Photo by Léonard Cotte on Unsplash

Walk in the room, thermostat drop dead

Every eye on me, yeah they know what’s ahead

Sweat on their brows, they ain’t even moving

I just stepped in, now the whole place is booming

Turn the AC off, it’s a waste of time

I’m the reason the forecast readin’ “decline”

Every bar I spit got the mercury high

Every look I give got the heat in their eyes

They say, “how do you stay cool when it’s this hot?”

I say, “I don’t, I just make the block hot”

Every chain on my neck is a furnace of gold

Every step that I take got the story retold

Hotter than Paris hotter than ever

I don’t need the sun, I’m the light forever

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Forest Green

Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.

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    Written by Forest Green