Rain Lyrics
One, two, three, four, waiting for the rain living in the hallway no perfection
I think I’ve gone insane, let is on the walking free direction
It’s Friday night, I’m just sitting at home in the zone with the TV on
Looking at Beyonce with some sexy shit on,
Thinkin Jay better be hitting that shit right home
Woo, nigger I would, phone ringin, interrupt me from my dream
It’s my nigger Naseem, only other in like
Dude, what you do? It’s your b-day nigger, we got party in the studio
Nah, I’m a chill in the crib, take it slow, bust a bitch here
It really ain’t no where to go
Hell no, you remember them bitches from the show?
No, two bad bitches that I’m at the club dancing
Call me up, talking about some party at the mansion
Hommie, you’ swingin, I ain’t tripping off that
Well nigger I am, the white bitch ass was fat, fuck that
We rolling, be there in 30, ….
Waiting for the rain, living in the hallway no perfection
I think I’ve gone insane, let is on the walking free direction
I hear horn beepers, last seen me in the driveway
And the voices saying Bishop don’t go stay
I brushed it off, hop in, … drove away
The slime’s open shit but the feeling won’t go away
It’s like I’m heavy in the cloud of dread
I’m lifeless now I’m like I’m already dead
I turn the music up … with the bitches’ back
Yeah, they pretty felling giddy-up for purple cush sack(?)
40 minutes later I’m like what the fuck me up?
Out in the middle with nowhere the roses pitch black
Finally we pass to some creepy ass … saw wandering hills to a … state
I rave the sign(?) not to pack but it’s popping
Had a few drinks bitch is already jacking
Mac the cute freak is going down for sure
And the music go out they pull out an wizzy … what the fuck ?
Waiting for the rain, living in the hallway no perfection
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I think I’ve gone insane, let is on the walking free direction
Yeah that is weird shit, I just sit back and watch it
They said they tryin to sum it Kurt Kobain and …
I ain’t with that second shit this is it where it starts
Grab the keys now I’m seeing niggers back to the block
Baby right now, don’t freak this is a game, we did it last time
It’s the same old thing
Grab me by the arm, put me on the couch
Got that feeling like …you need to get out
While I think another drink even here some weed
Watch their hands cause … start to … slowly
They ask who with the slag toys V
… and C, we got … I don’t believe what I see
The stars moving fast to spells you Moby
They ask … then it’s just freeze
Flies of the port voice …. Shotgun
They laugh and turn the lights up
But I don’t find it funny that shit was fucked up
I hop off my seed, I’m ready to leave
But my head starts swirling, my nose begins to bleed
I can’t stand I stagger, almost fall
My scene catch me walking to the bathroom down the hall
I … I pass out in the star, wake up
Blood on the fall, it’s on the walls, Glock in my hand, it’s a bloody ass scene
A body dead and my nigger Naseem,
Out the window flashing lights city sirens
Forget I grip the Glock, throwing out the open fire (Drop your weapon)
Waiting for the rain, living in the hallway no perfection
I think I’ve gone insane, let is on the walking free direction
