Lyrical Spiritual 51.

The Snow. Is Still Here.

Single Digits on the Wake Up?

That's how you feel Friday? That's really how you feel?

And you gonna turn colder...what's the deal?

Where is the love to warm this frozen tundra ordeal.

Alas, today is still Friday.

And that still makes me warm all inside.

No matter how cold she gets, she still makes me smile.

Similar to your main squeeze who holds you down and always ready to ride.

It's okay to lose it but now I'm outta of my mind.

With deadlines and drama. The Double D's no one wants to see.

All of them getting loose as if I'm on Bourbon Street.

Just let me close my tab so I can say peace.

Ready for the weekend to get underway.

After a long week in the office, I need a 3 day getaway.

A trip to the beach? Below freezing says I'm not gonna.

So I might as well pop the fridge and be taken away by a Cornoa.

Maybe add some Grenadine. Or an upgrade to a Vodka with a side of Whiskey.

Whew...now I'm warmed up and feeling all sorts of frisky.

Forget the temperature. I'm gonna crank it up.

This ice ain't containing me from turning up.

Even if it gets down to -5 degrees.

The weekend is not ready for the HAVOC. Courtesy of me.

Now that I avoided the blunt force trauma that came my way this week.

I'm gonna chill in my igloo with a glass and listen to some beats.

Cheers!