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It's 40 degrees It's getting real hard to breathe It's 40 degrees For nobody else Only me It's 40 degrees They say that it's 20 I feel what I feel But it's 40 degrees For me I'm feeling hot I need me some shade Not from my ops Just a quiet place I feeling so lost Like what can I say I'm feeling it physically But it's all in my brain I'm feeling residuals And I'm losing my principles These shorties are Bad But I can not get with um My weather will get to um So I count my Guala on my own Until I'm ready to move on When it's not 40 degrees It's getting real hard to breathe It's 40 degrees Its nobody else but me It's 40 degrees They say that it's 20 I feel what I feel But it's 40 degrees For me I'm doing different I'm all in my bag I'm doing the dash I won't finish My demons are swinging but I'm moving fast If only we all could move like that Just pour me some henny the weather will pass I'm looking for people who ride to they last This heat is so heavy like grabba in gas I feel like god might take me back How much more can I take Ain't no escape Pour up a liter F*ck it a lake Doesn't matter how much shit I take I got way too much on my plate 40 gelato Gets done by tomorrow I may have a problem I'm turning up way more past 40 degrees It's 40 degrees It's getting real hard to breathe It's 40 degrees Its nobody else but me It's 40 degrees They say that it's 20 I feel what I feel But it's 40 degrees For me