| It’s been storming for a while, so why not make a splash?
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| They try to drown us in those puddles, but they know that we gotta fight back
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| I seen too much to go give up, I know I’m not my past
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| So rain come cleanse me fast, they can’t hold us back
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| It’s that umbrella weather, raining down on me
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| I’ve been feeling better, right where I should be
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| It’s that umbrella weather, when it rains it pours
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| My life’s getting better, too good to ignore that pertrichor
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| I know you smell that (Smell that)
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| Such a good feeling you should sell that
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| Make your people wanna, «run tell dat»
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| It’s too good to ignore that petrichor
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| I know you smell that (Smell that)
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| Such a good feeling you should sell that
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| Make your people wanna, «run tell dat»
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| It’s too good to ignore that petrichor
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| It’s been storming for a while, so why not make a splash?
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| They call me out my name to aggravate me 'cause I’m black
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| I show them love and give them peace, I know I’m not my past
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| So rain come cleanse me fast, they can’t hold me back (Yeah)
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| It’s that umbrella weather, raining down on me
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| I’ve been feeling better, right where I should be
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| It’s that umbrella weather, when it rains it pours
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| My life’s getting better, too good to ignore that pertrichor
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| I’m elevated thinking
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| No more blinking
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| Piece together thoughts, I solved the puzzle in the deep in
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| Peep into the reefer
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| You hear it through your speakers
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| You love it so much, you ask my homie if I’ll feature
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| Say «It's nice to meet ya», but I don’t know ya
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| Gotta ask my brother Micah if he really vouch for ya
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| Cutting back on smoke 'cause I don’t like the paranoia
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| Plus it’s been a natural high since I lived in California
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| The city on my back (Back)
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| Working on my upper body
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| Started counting stacks (Yeah)
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| Even gotta finer shorty
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| Out on Fairfax ('Fax)
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| Done with window shopping, tell the cashier gimme that
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| I’m not caring what it cost me
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| Couple perks from my work that a brother do deserve
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| I don’t mind the rain falling if pour out what I’m worth
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| See them other dudes bawling guess my new shit got 'em cursed
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| Jumping like ebony square man that’s word to Uncle Kurt, shit (Damn I’m blessed)
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| It’s that umbrella weather, raining down on me
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| I’ve been feeling better, right where I should be
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| It’s that umbrella weather, when it rains it pours
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| My life’s getting better, too good to ignore that pertrichor |