Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rain, artist - Mac Miller. Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rain |
| Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don’t waste none |
| Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come |
| Sick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain’t face none |
| But I’ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come |
| Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray |
| Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothafuckin' face |
| What’s fate when a person don’t deserve what he get? |
| Shootin' reckless at the father, almost murdered the kid |
| Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did? |
| Ain’t embarrassed where I’m livin', we get merit for kills |
| From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled |
| Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild |
| Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib |
| Drag him down by the river, he’ll be missin' for years |
| And them funerals was usual, I ain’t sheddin' no tears |
| Knew the fallen had it better off than most of us did |
| 'Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven’s gates prolly closed |
| And these hoes in a race for the gold |
| We was raised on that fork in the road |
| No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole |
| Yeah, oh-woah-oh |
| Oh-woah-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, um |
| I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe |
| The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley’s |
| That’s a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close |
| Sober I can’t deal, I’m in the corner with my head low |
| Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase |
| Ease the pain and the battle that’s within me |
| Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression |
| My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang |
| Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor |
| My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more |
| Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord |
| This the shit I need to keep the climate warm |
| Wish I could get high, space migration |
| Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations |
| The magazines need a quote |
| When I’m gone, sorry, I don’t leave a note, yo |
| Woah-oh-oh, yeah |
| And this pain, and this pain |
| And this pain, and this pain |
| Mixed up with this rain, this rain |
| This rain, this rain, woah-woah-woah-oh-oh |
| Yeah, oh-woah-oh, yeah |
| Yeah, 9th Wonder |