Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rain, artist - Lenzman. Album song Bobby, in the genre Драм-н-бэйс
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Record label: Metalheadz
Song language: English
Rain |
All I see here, grey and gloom |
Looks like it’s gonna rain again |
All I see here, grey and gloom |
Looks like it’s gonna rain again |
Rain |
Yo, I’m from the south side of Manny |
But you can find me where shelter’s at |
Empty bottles in the rain locate just where the elders sat |
Rainbows only lead pots to piss in |
Lots of wrong decisions |
You can hear the optimism if you stop and listen |
The block we live in block the sun from giving vitamin D |
Depression setting in the wettest settings |
Red letter headings, get ignored |
Steppers stepping, get on board |
Before them grey cloud circulate, rain down percolate |
Street gutters wash away the heat from us |
Umbrellas between lovers, yeah, we rum and seek cover |
The city never sleeps, there’s zombies in the stairwell |
Lost another one, no one cared to share a farewell |
And hell yeah, care for all our welfare |
Off the streets, free your mind, peace and love to me and mine |
Children of Zeus, the truth |
And you can choose to read the signs or you can drown |
The storm’s coming, keep inside, keep inside |
All I see here, grey and gloom |
Looks like it’s gonna rain again |
(The storm’s coming, keep inside, keep inside) |
All I see here, grey and gloom |
Looks like it’s gonna rain again |
(The storm’s coming, keep inside) |
Rain |
Rain again |
Rain again |
Yeah, yeah |
Rain again |
What you know about this, eh? |
And what you know about this? |
Rain again |
The storm’s coming, keep inside, free your mind |
Yo, daily struggles, see the spectrum in puddles |
Water mixed with the oil, bring that shit to the boil |
Cellophane and the foil, pebbles mixed with the soil |
Don’t mix your money with friends |
You’re either rich or you’re loyal |
Trying to make my way up the ladder, slipping on land and on snakes |
You see the devil in a man when he breaks, yeah |
They wanna know how much a man can withtake |
Screams in the night, you struggle just to read and to write |
Money brings another reason to fight, three strikes |
Keep your fam' close, bouquets hanging on every lamp post |
From here to Ancoats, you pay the price with pink stained bank notes |
Skyscraper, no perspective from it either |
Extra heater, no electric with the metre |
Caught in the storm, you should’ve stayed indoors |
It’s bare drama, when it rains, it pours, when it rains, it pours |
All I see here, grey and gloom |
(Yeah) |
Looks like it’s gonna rain again |
(Bare drama, when it rains, it pours, when it rains, it pours) |
All I see here, grey and gloom |
Looks like it’s gonna rain again |
(Bare drama, when it rains, it pours, when it rains, it pours) |