Clouds Over The Cornfield. ( Midwest Boi's)

Lyrics

Intro – Rapper 1

(Yeah)
Cold nights, hotbox fog on the windows…
Midwest livin’, smell like gas everywhere we go.
(Brrt)

Chorus 1 – Rapper 2 Singing

Roll it up while the snow fall down… (down)
Bass hit hard when we ride through town… (skrrt)
Ope, lemme slide right past with the flame… (flame)
Midwest smoke, everybody know the strain… (woo)
Windows cracked, let the cold air in… (yeah)
Whole squad high, let the night begin… (begin)
If the cops roll by, everybody act chill… (shhh)
Late-night rides through the Midwest still…

Verse 1 – Rapper 1

Posted at the carryout, hoodie strings tied,
White tee smellin’ loud when the whip slide.
(Ayy)
Big woods stuffed fat on the center console,
Ashes on my Carhartt, old-school instrumentals.
Everybody know somebody movin’ tree packs,
Snow boots by the door, heater where the heat at.
Ope, my bad, pass the lighter this way,
Smoke so thick got the whole room glazed.
(Skrrt)
We ain’t Hollywood flashy, we Midwest gritty,
Cold-ass nights in a blue-collar city.
Black ice roads while the Chevy keep driftin’,
Whole crew fried while the streetlights glisten.
Stress build up, so the smoke calm nerves,
Hard work hands still smell like the earth.
Late nights at the crib watchin’ snowfall blur,
Till the blunt burn down to the final word.
(Yeah)

Chorus 2 – Rapper 2 Singing

Cold outside but the blunt stay lit… (lit)
Pass it around, don’t babysit… (nah)
Lake wind blow but we still gon’ smoke… (smoke)
Cookie smell strong through the winter coats… (woo)
Neighbors peekin’ through the blinds again… (again)
Think they smell pressure in the wind again… (wind)
But we don’t trip, let the whole thing burn… (burn)
Midwest smoke make the vibe gon’ turn…

Verse 2 – Rapper 2 Singing/Rapping

I been ridin’ through the city with my day ones… (yeah)
Everybody got pain, everybody stay numb… (numb)
Smoke curl slow while the neon lights flicker,
Cold-hearted girls love a dope boy singer.
(Ooooh)
Back then basement sessions with the homies,
Talkin’ ‘bout gettin’ rich while we passin’ OG.
Now the woods taste sweet with the wax on top,
And the whole whip bounce when the beat gon’ knock.
Mama said, “Boy, slow down with the lifestyle,”
But the stress too deep, been smokin’ awhile.
Truck stop coffee and the ashtray packed,
Ride through the Midwest with the seat laid back.
(Yeah-yeah)

Chorus 3 – Rapper 2 Singing

Hotbox heaven while the windows drip… (drip)
Smoke so thick got me losin’ my grip… (woah)
Ash on my jeans and the cup half full… (full)
Ride through the Midwest feelin’ too cool… (cool)
Moonlight shine on the fresh snowfall… (snowfall)
Still got smoke floatin’ through the hall… (hall)
Everybody chasin’ peace somehow… (somehow)
So we light another one up right now…

Verse 3 – Rapper 1

Rolled blunts in garages with the heater on,
Outside twenty below but the session too strong.
(Haha)
Dice games, old heads givin’ life lessons,
Everybody smell loud at the family functions.
Still got muddy Timbs by the front mat,
And a zip vacuum sealed in the backpack.
Smoke clouds cover all the frustration,
Every paycheck gone before the next payment.
(Real talk)
But tonight we alive, let the worries stay parked,
Light another wood up while the sky turn dark.
Old-school rap bang loud through the speakers,
Candy paint glow underneath street heaters.
Midwest soul, winters turn savage,
That’s why we smoke fat woods and laugh through the damage.
From the city to the farms where the backroads bend,
Ain’t nothin’ like smoke in the Midwest wind.
(Brrt)

[Chorus 4 – Rapper 2 Singing)

Light one up for the nights we survived… (survived)
Midwest smoke keep the stress off our minds… (minds)
From the cold dark streets to the county lines… (lines)
Everybody tryna heal in they own lil’ way… (way)
Windows cracked while the ash fall slow… (slow)
Whole squad vibin’ while the snowflakes blow… (blow)
Tomorrow gon’ come, but tonight we float… (float)
Midwest baby, keep the whole thing smokin’…