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
About the Creator
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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