Shane Eagle - Winter Lyrics

Hey lovely little lady, lady
Don’t leave me out here you waiting, waiting
'Cause the sun don’t shine in the winter
And they say there’s no place in heaven for the sinner
Hey lovely little lady, lady
Don’t leave me out here you waiting, waiting
Cause the sun don’t shine in the winter
And they say there’s no place in heaven for the sinner

I know that Jesus is black
I keep the keys in the back
In case I’m stuck in the past
To keep the future intact
I mean yay, I keep my cakes in her pan
I give my mama a hand, you know that I be the man
They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
The more Pac I be bumping, the more focused the crew
The more music I’m dropping, I’m getting closer to you
I keep the hoes in a loop and enemies in a truce
Can’t we fix this shit for heaven’s sake?
The swag dripping when I'm walking into heavens gates
Peter pants sagging, bumping on that Kevin Gates
And now I’m looking out my window looking for my little lady

Lady
Don’t leave me out here you waiting, waiting
'Cause the sun don’t shine in the winter
And they say there’s no place in heaven for the sinner

This is that Wayne in a way
I’m never fading away
I know that God is walking with me on the moves that I make
Don’t just be bumping your head, listen to the things that they say
I know, I know I leave a message for my fans everyday
I’m waiting on my only daughter
Brush ‘em off with the holy water
Everything’s in order, everything’s in order
Oh yeah, oh yeah calling the jewels, calling the crews
Calling on, calling on, calling on you
Pick up the phone, let a nigga know
Don’t you say no, no, no
I been smoking a trip when my nigga brought me the tape to say I’m the shit
Girl on my lap reaching my phone
Now her hand's on my D, D
Missed call from heaven, then God going beep, beep
I can’t change my ways, I’m from the street streets
Yeah, Robbie Ridge to be precise
Where niggas catch bodies and play dice with the lotto
Where they drink it out the bottle
And where the girls look like models
So let me rap
If niggas try rob us we don’t thug them bad
If niggas showing hate, we gon’ love them back
‘Cause everything is everything
Spin me back little lady

Lady
Don’t leave me out here you waiting, waiting
'Cause the sun don’t shine in the winter
And they say there’s no place in heaven for the sinner
(Little lady, little lady
I hope you see me, I hope you see me
Lady, lady)