| Tear drops in the pillow on my bed
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| Still Trying to keep my head up
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| Know you’d rather see me dead
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| And the raindrops keep on falling
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| I said they keep on falling
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| And they keep on falling
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| I said they keep on falling
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| (Slaughterhouse Yo)
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| I’m the product of when a nigga’s mama gives up
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| Crying lying in the trash with the lid shut
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| Ain’t got no family my mind is tender my
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| Daddy’s invisible my Mom’s is Brenda unhh
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| If I survive I’m grow into what
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| Society considers trash the rope is to us
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| That means I’m hanging myself by living
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| The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison
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| My minds controlled before I learned mind control
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| What you call living life I call dying slow
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| I’m genetically predisposed
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| The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul freezing cold
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| Feeling like I was given life and if I take it at least I choose
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| I’ll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
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| Til then all I’m hearing is wind and rain drops
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| (Cause this is my pain)
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| Dear auntie I still feel your timeless sorrow
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| Before you died it’s like your body was mine to borrow
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| Like I jumped in your physical shell
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| While you was going through miserable hell saying goodbye to tomorrow
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| Everyday it make me sad, angry, mad how you were sent to heaven sacred path
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| Duct taped and gagged plus raped and stabbed body draped in blood what a faith
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| to have
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| Such a pitiful end I’m popping Ritalin like they skittles cause
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| When I sleep I can feel it again and again and again it’s difficult
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| Killing is the wickedest biblical sin I’m talking about momma’s identical twin
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| I see your face when I look at her
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| Her reminder of how I’ve been in the cold
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| Since 14 years old
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| Swear to GOD I’ll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
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| Til then all I’m hearing is wind and raindrops. |
| (Rest In Peace Chacha)
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| Nah I ain’t move bricks on the peter pan
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| No father around to teach me how to be a man
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| We was too high didn’t know when we would land
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| Scraping coke on the weed til' niggas didn’t see a plant
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| Alcoholic’s child raise off of sugar water
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| Headed to you and just thought about how good he was brought up
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| Coulda woulda outta one track mind
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| They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter
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| And now I’m writing a book and the hoods the author
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| Called the «Obvious Poker Face The Look of Torture»
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| Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then
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| Me all I need is this pen and thick skin
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| Being so bright could mean you lit then
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| Cause you start trying to figure out a figment
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| I’ll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
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| Til then all I hear is wind and rain drops
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| (Check it out)
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| I’m still waiting on my did to get back
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| He went to the store in 84 and I ain’t seen him after that
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| Another single mom public assisted the rent wasn’t consistent
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| So they had us back and forth to court in the months of the blizzard (Freezing)
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| My sneakers leaned the rubber was missing
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| No one on ones they always jumped me no brothers and sisters to hold me down
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| Along with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes
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| Gun shots and me sleep walking I hate weights
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| A whole lot of crying police chalking that fate tape
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| Ambulance never on time they like a day late
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| My cousin ain’t had to vacate my best friend since age eight
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| Sometimes I can’t hold them I kid you not
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| Eyes get swollen holding on that tissue box
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| Somebody get a mop
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| I’ll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
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| Til then all I’m hearing is wind and raindrops |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rain Drops , by - Slaughterhouse. Song from the album Slaughterhouse, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп