Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rain Check, artist - Trapo. Album song Oil Change, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Trapo
Song language: English
Rain Check |
| It get ugly when I decide to |
| When you’re lookin' for the most |
| Lookin' for a way out, lookin' for a toast |
| I’m bitchin' on a break, I don’t ever get a day off, right |
| One day I might really adios |
| Keep on bumpin' that Billboard bullshit |
| That’s probably how I feel, uh, hands up on the wheel |
| Singin' hundred dollar bills that you fix |
| Look around, you’ll still put your number in motion to capture somethin' that’s |
| real |
| Try not to mayday when I’m searching for a playdate |
| With my grad dreams and duckin' the shutter speed |
| I don’t take pictures, I don’t chase vision |
| I’m switchin' up the focus, militant, been |
| Burnin' rubber, duckin' down for undercovers, look |
| Ayy, one day I’ma trip, one day I’ma fold |
| But if I gotta go then you all are exposed |
| To this, alright? |
| Take a sip at the crib, how to get out of hell |
| Still seems to be the plan |
| I’m trippin' in heaven with my supplier |
| The man on the TV screen is a liar |
| He show up to the party uninvited |
| I show up to the party with a lighter |
| Demonstrate how to survive your hard times |
| When you’re tryna stay positive with condiments in the fridge and common sense |
| in your head |
| Look, ayy, one day I’ma trip, one day I’m fold |
| But if I gotta go then you all are exposed |
| Please open your eyes for a sandstorm |
| I been hands-on lately and my hands warm |
| I been payin' soft, lately it’s some damn drawers |
| I was workin' with the plug 'til he ran off |
| Now I know not to put my trust in the wrong squad |
| I was probably lookin' rough when I high-fived you |
| But I high-fived you, nigga back off |
| Social beggin' for a motherfuckin' loaf |
| Don’t you question integrity, I’m aware of the casualties, when you |
| Social beggin' for a motherfuckin' loaf |
| Don’t you question integrity, I’m aware of the casualties |
| When you boast for so long |
| That them niggas that was on you still broke so they off |
| It get ugly when I decide to |
| Please let me provide you with music you can die to |
| Yes it’s that ill, if I pen it it’s blood spilled |
| A dependent where wounds heal, no pun intended |
| When I mention I will speak at the funeral, leave you numero zero |
| Ayy, one day I’ma trip, one day I’ma fold |
| But if I gotta go then you all are exposed |
| I let everybody know, it get ugly when I decide to |
| Ain’t nobody that I abide by |
| Chills like dark liquor, a hard pill to swallow |
| It’s fuck you and the mans you came in with |
| We can trade hands like a mirror |
| You can get embarrassed and quit |
| Ain’t nobody that I abide by |
| Chills like dark liquor, a hard pill to swallow |
| Ayy, one day I’ma trip, one day I’ma fold |
| But if I gotta go then you all are exposed |
| Ayy, one day I’ma trip, one day I’ma fold |
| But if I gotta go then you all are exposed |
| (One day I’ma trip) |
| Ain’t nobody that I abide by, right |