Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 21, 2012
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/baby-im-bad-weather-2
Chorus
I was born on a storm
When I get goin’- I get goin’
And I don’t need any wrong
To know better
Put your faith to the doubt
Or take the roof off the house
We don’t need gravity
To get down
-
Now, I’m the reason why you broke up with him and got
back together
Thought I was sunshine, but baby I’m bad weather
I’m off the Doppler and the five-day forecast
By the time they hear, I’ve already pushed the shore back
No, no- I wasn’t always like this
Skies cleared soon as my daylight lit
Sidewalks dried up, no snow emergency
I could take your February and turn it into spring
But somethin’ happened and it started to cloud
The scene began to wilt with sunshine year round
Seems nobody remembered what it was like without me
And too much of a good thing turned into a thing
I hit the road and took a few days off
Which consequently turned longer than I originally
thought
To this day. So, baby call it what ya want
“good”, “bad”, “hot”, or a “cold front”
Testify
Testify
Bring your word
If it’s worth it’s fire
Don’t give me “maybe”
Don’t give me “I don’t know”
Baby, you ain’t singin’ with ya choir
Chorus
I heard ya broke up with him again
So, you could dance in the rain you used to take for
granted
And still have summer at your whim
To suit your mood ring when you felt like you couldn’t
manage
But by the time you stepped outside and looked up
The seasons changed along with degrees and Celsius
I was long gone and nowhere to be found
Ya figured somebody turned your whole world upside down
But gravity ain’t to blame when we’re standin’ on
different planets
I’m rollin’ with the thunder and the overcast
Bright lights flashin’ freedom or crash
If ya see me around it’s only to take the high score back
Change is a hard trade in this arcade
And I’m back to coffee by the time the stars fade
Who’s that hot chic workin’ down at the Spyhouse
Got eyes lookin’ like a demon might fly out
I flirt with fire, but never ever play
Spend too many yesterdays with that “wait, hurry, wait”
But be sure as day it’s a beautiful accord
Pardon me as I enjoy the storm
The stakes is high
Stakes is high
Bring your heart
And gamble through the night
Girl is you crazy?
You’re in a game
You can’t afford to let die
Chorus
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