| Rain drops fallin' on my window… sill…sill…sill
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| Rain drops fallin' on my window… still…still…still
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| Rain drops fallin' on my window
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| The memories fall
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| Cats and Dogs—memories, y’all
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| Fallin' down the pen or recall
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| Rain drops fallin' on my head like a flashback
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| Guns in the rose, Axl and Slash back
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| Wet checks, BMI’s, ASCAP’s
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| My rainy day money and made it past that
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| Another day to push ‘cause the night is long
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| And went through writer’s block just to write a song
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| To left right but don’t right a wrong
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| I can see clearly now the rain is here
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| The pain is here, and I stayed sincere
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| All to say it’s the work in a day
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| And I’m all in my words that I word in a way
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| When the rain drops fallin' on my window… sill…sill…sill
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| Rain drops fallin' on my window… still…still…still
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| Rain drops fallin' on my window
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| We could call it water under bridges
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| Or we could not, it’s all in one decision
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| See the pyramids or see the prison
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| Keys open doors but the doors are off the hinges
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| How many got a friend that ain’t suspicious?
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| Heard before Nas that it was written
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| Got a lot but got a lot of livin'
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| Missed the last call, it’s passin' the bar
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| Thinkin' ‘bout the past as I pass in my car
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| All to say it’s the work in a day
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| And I’m all in my words that I word in a way
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| When the rain drops fallin' on my window… sill…sill…sill
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| Rain drops fallin' on my window… still…still…still
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| Rain drops fallin' on my window… sill |