Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play in the Rain, artist - Futuristic. Date of issue: 09.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Play in the Rain |
| Yo, I remember them crazy days, in eight grade |
| I would kiss your face in the rain |
| And watch your makeup fade away |
| You was pure, I promised you I would stay and wait |
| Left for the weekend, came back and heard you gave it away |
| Couldn’t believe it, plus my family breaking into pieces |
| My pops cheated, now my mama been searching for Jesus |
| My sister in Atlanta, my other one’s just a fetus |
| In a woman that I can’t stand and don’t want my dad to be with |
| Not defeated, just a teen raising my brother |
| Saving a lil money to help my mom through the struggle |
| Saw my brothers every now and then, but now I’m like, fuck them |
| I tried to let them in on the biz, but I can’t trust them |
| It’s disgusting how these niggas act |
| Yeah, my childhood wasn’t perfect |
| But I would do anything just to get it back |
| Without my grandmama around it ain’t the same |
| I wanna go back to the days we used to play out in the rain |
| We used to play out in the rain… |
| Yo, without a question, I’m second guessing some things |
| Y’all better feed off me, you standing next to a king |
| Confessing my flaws, but yet I’m still the best in the ring |
| Finna put my paws on the jaws of the other teams |
| Mister angry man, heard he got a swing like Mike Tyson |
| Heard he like fighting, we should convert that into boxing |
| Nigga switched my motives and slowly I got it popping |
| Then my nigga got popped, pop, then I stopped it |
| Fuck life, fuck life, fuck a sin, fuck starting a trend |
| My brother in the pen and I’m still looking for revenge |
| Walking down my hood, reminiscing 'bout my kin |
| Now I’m sitting in this den, sentimental with this pen |
| Then again, we was young men with no guidance |
| Tryna avoid trouble, smoking weed, no violence |
| We ain’t hiding, finna live life and get paid |
| We was never afraid, them was the days, yeah, yeah |
| We used to play out in the rain… |
| Yeah, yo, I’d ride my bike to the neighborhood that you lived in |
| Your mama was asleep, cracked the window, then let me slip in |
| Lost track of time, conversation until the sun came up |
| You fell asleep on my chest, then I looked at women different |
| Intentions to be everything that you ever envisioned |
| Saw you kissing another nigga, hit him and got suspended |
| Guess my lesson learned |
| Get it off my chest, when I express with words |
| It’s all a lie if they tell you it’s better left unheard |
| It just occured to me, I’m dwelling on the negative |
| I struggle then I hustle, yeah, but that’s getting repetitive |
| Let’s not forget them crazy summers that we always had |
| Nintendo sixty four, bumping Michael Jackson bad |
| Hit the pad, playing tag with my friends in the cul-de-sac |
| Cooper pretending I’m Shawn Kim, raw shit |
| We grew up and things changed |
| I wanna go back to the days we used to play out in the rain |
| We used to play out in the rain… |