Conductor Plenty of clouds, in and out of the region Might even have an isolated sprinkle tomorrow I'll show you the computer model in just a moment Sunshine, ain't too clear All's well that ends well Can't tell if they big fluffy clouds or they chemtrails They had gave us artificial fins told us fend for ourselves Every night I say a prayer that the real ones prevail A wise man told me Don’t judge a man not by the Benz he fish tails But more so how he treat his friends when they fail Do you offer a service? Do you judge and give verdict? Do you support with a purchase? Do you push further and turn off your discernment? Or do you encourage your Sun to shine like a porcelain surface? While surrounded by these fraudulent curses? Whole world feel like Little Shop of Horrors But the alternate version Tried to Diddy dance round your vaccine said I did a disservice Damn This shits gotten out of hand They're saying that I'm to blame Our views just not the same We feel that you’re the blame Reporting live in the mist of a PANDURICANE Son I knew shit was gon' hit the fan before I heard the rain Not only is life a bitch but she got perfect aim Sunshine, ain't too clear My city said she tired of y’all fuckin and never catch feelings Mardi Gras and titties be the only time they wan visit I love the way you call me baby and sometimes we could kick it But if it was deeper than that I would’ve copped one-way ticket Conspiracy theories not so far-fetched like golden retrievers Shit was all good a week ago when you was holding heaters Now you heated feeling so defeated (You would make soldiers) Hours on the phone with FEMA (Lay their weapons down) Came back home now the ambience gone Plus the stench is like slave blood in Providence Hall Bumping Lights Off waiting for my lights to come on Boy my auntie bout to flip like she Dominique Dawes I call it probable cause she bout to burst a vein The shits gotten out of hand Blame it on: What’s her name? Cover your mouth boy we in a whole PANDURICANE CNN correspondent might as well be Pootie Tang Sunshine, ain't too clear Sunshine, ain't too clear Sunshine, ain't too clear Sunshine, ain't too clear Boy just be yourself If people don't like ya if you're being yourself Fuck em!