Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grey Clouds & Raindrops, artist - Rexx Life Raj. Date of issue: 07.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grey Clouds & Raindrops |
| When I was little, bro |
| The preacher had a prophecy that I would be a pastor (Ooh, wait) |
| I don’t think this what he meant |
| But I could feel that shit lightweight bein' a rapper (Ooh, wait) |
| My mama always knew that I’d be big as fuck |
| Plus I’ve been big as fuck since I was little |
| Shit, never outgrew the silly shit |
| When Dev died, I realized how fuckin' real it is |
| Tried to find his face in the stars |
| That’s where the ceiling is, ooh |
| Me no see one, why wouldn’t I see you niggas? |
| It feel like we watchin' reruns |
| He get a little shine and then I count the time 'til he done |
| I’ve been on clock for a minute now, but we just begun |
| I feel the stars align, I feel the pieces fallin' one at a time |
| I pray that patience fills up all the empty space in my mind |
| Pray for my mental, ayy |
| I’m rollin' like this whip on tour right now |
| Pray for the rental |
| Two-four-seven with the mob (With the mob, ayy) |
| They want me to stop |
| Never would I ever, nigga |
| Underdog, but we on top, ayy (But we on top, ayy) |
| And it won’t stop |
| Never will it ever, nigga |
| Grey clouds and raindrops |
| I still see the sun behind the |
| Grey clouds and raindrops |
| I still see the light, woah |
| When I was little, bro |
| The preacher had a prophecy that I would be a pastor, yeah |
| I don’t think this what he meant |
| But shit, maybe it is, 'cause I’m makin' believers ('Cause I’m makin' believers) |
| I travel with the word like I’m a missionary |
| More of a visionary |
| 'Cause I saw more for myself than a cell or cemetery |
| Cemented my name in stone |
| It ain’t that I switched up, I just don’t be on what you on |
| Forever level up and grow |
| Write these raps like I’m writin' goals, they all in my phone |
| You not serious 'bout what you on, I hear it in your tone |
| You just want attention, bitches, money, fame |
| I hope you get it all just to realize you still a fuckin' lame |
| I don’t count success by my money, I count by lives changed |
| This whole shit full of mind games, my God |
| Pray for my mental, yeah |
| It get bumpy like this whip on tour right now |
| Pray for the rental |
| Two-four-seven with the mob, ayy (With the mob, ayy) |
| They want me to stop |
| Never would I ever, nigga |
| Underdog, but we on top, ayy (But we on top, ayy) |
| And it won’t stop |
| Never will it ever, nigga |
| Grey clouds and raindrops |
| I still see the sun behind the |
| Grey clouds and raindrops |
| I still see the light, woah |