Polar Vortex (feat. Geoff Owens)

I feel like this winter lasts forever The midwest struggle, no stranger to sweaters I'm holding it together To get used to it with record breaking lows It's hard not to trip, yeah I can do cold, not negative fifty Wind chills, man that shit kills I ain't even kidding Everyone's bunkered down cause the weather's so shitty It's looking like a ghost town in historic Brick City Everyone's on edge with no one to listen Got me bitching as I'm cranking on my truck's ignition, Mother nature stood up, said I demand recognition Here's a polar vortex, hostile situation, I'm so sick of this shit, sick of the cold sick of the snow I'm so fucking sick of these roads stuck at home, I'm getting out of control drinking up every ounce of alcohol that I own Getting plowed, I ain't plowed out Getting twisted, I'm drifting in my house I wish spring was here I hope the end is near I'm getting record drunk on a record breaking year Getting plowed, I ain't plowed out I'm getting higher than the drifts outside of my house, I wish spring was here I hope the end is near I'm getting record drunk on a record breaking year We're going broke, no joke, this ain't a dream more like a nightmare where utilities are bound to freeze Mother nature got me screaming as I beg her please, we get the point, now could you just leave I'm overwhelmed, feeling record breaking stress, forget new bills, stack em up with the rest Getting over winter blues, is hard when I can see my breath I had to write this rhyme just to get it off my chest Everyone's bunkered down, everyone's hiding, If the plows ain't out, you'll find me center line driving I'm lighting and igniting, fire for surviving Fishing for new seasons, but frost is only biting And it won't fix shit, a three day binge, Got the fire lit so I can try to pretend And if we're stuck here anyway, let the party begin I got tequila margaritas on a high speed blend Baby Getting plowed, I ain't plowed out Getting twisted, I'm drifted and in my house, I wish spring was here, I hope the end is near I'm getting record drunk on a record breaking year Getting plowed, I ain't plowed out, I'm getting higher than the drifts outside of my house, I wish spring was here, I hope the end is near, I'm getting record drunk on a record breaking year Brick city, not so pretty This bitch is cold as a witches tittie Negative fiddy, now that's nippy The kind of temps that'll shrivel you willy The wind chill could kill me, you feel me The heat bill will kill me, really Mother nature come and smack me silly I'm like, buuurrr, it's fucking chilly Schnackenburg, you can keep that snow Tell his ass no, we don't want no more I've been laying low, now it's time to go The firewood's low and the pipes is froze I can't feel my toes and my testicles I ain't built for the snow, I ain't an Eskimo The gringo no habla espanol So, I'm going to Mexico Getting plowed, I ain't plowed out Getting twisted, I'm drifting in my house I wish spring was here, I hope the end is near I'm getting record drunk on a record breaking year Getting plowed, I ain't plowed out I'm getting higher than the drifts outside of my house I wish spring was here, I hope the end is near, I'm getting record drunk on a record breaking