| When it rains and it pours
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| People they try to ignore
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| The storm clouds that forms
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| Reality but these renditions
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| They visit from door to door
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| Be it taxes, bills, and transform
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| The caskets and pills overdosing your closest homies
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| On the verge of a break down
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| My relatives are relatively on their way now
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| Flowers and graves but still we stay down
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| Till I take a turn, a rest and lay down
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| Next to them in the ground
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| Sunshine take away the pain now
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| It can’t rain all day
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| All the time, every second
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| Always gloomy around mine
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| Feeling like I wanna drop it
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| And plant it up in the ground
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| And each rain drop is another problem falling on down
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| Still hoping that the clouds just open and everything goes from dark to bright
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| Until then my world’s waste deep in water
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| Ain’t no sunlight
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| As it rains all day and all night
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| Nothing but water in my eye as I look into the sky
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| It can’t rain all the time
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| My reply is, «I really don’t want to die.»
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| I’m a let the rain fall
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| And I let my eyes become one with the window pane
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| As I’m riding the crazy train
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| And I brought a chainsaw
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| Hoping to maim all
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| Hopeless and I’m out of my mind
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| But besides that we’re like exactly the same y’all!
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| I put my hand in the sky
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| This ain’t no game and no lie
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| I’m not the guy to be waiting for something to happen
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| I make it happen and get it crackin'
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| While the normal sit there and they’re waiting to die
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| And the rain will wash it all away
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| I keep a look out when I’m not around
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| But believe me I’m just a call away
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| And it ain’t my fault if they
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| Can’t hang with the rain I bring
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| I’ll just be part of day and they can fuck with one less thing
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| Nothing but water in my eye as I look into the sky
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| It can’t rain all the time
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| My reply is, «I really don’t want to die.»
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| Yeah
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| I’m spitting meteor showers
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| Spitting nuclear showers
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| Check my nucleolus clusters
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| I got the spookiest powers
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| I am dark and demented
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| I’ll shoot a nuke at you cowards
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| And stick my dick in a groupie
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| And fucking puke on your flowers
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| Ay
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| Lucky that I didn’t overdose
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| I’m a sober ghost
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| Mad child slither like a cobra through the coldest snow
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| I’m claustrophobic
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| But I’m locked up in a lonely room
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| You can look into my nine
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| See exploding DOOM
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| See I am twiztid
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| I’m totally vicious
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| I’ll brain storm
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| And drain storms
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| With brain into ditches
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| Of course I am afraid of death
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| Do we really lay to rest?
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| Do we really fly up in the sky?
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| Feel my jaded breath
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| Nothing but water in my eye as I look into the sky
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| It can’t rain all the time
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| My reply is, «I really don’t want to die.»
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| Come on!
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| Wanna see mortality?
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| Does it mean that your battery is never gonna die?
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| Giving in a Duracell
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| Heavy like an everybody
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| No one is ever ready for the trip to the sky
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| Why?
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| Am I?
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| No not quite yet
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| But my flow
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| Overflow
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| Over throws your cassette
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| Intense is just a word that I use
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| When I serve off crews like a dinner plate
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| I refuse to loose
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| Cruise interstate
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| Then I bruise and abuse and intimidate
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| I ain’t fading away
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| That takes too long
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| My patience gone
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| My aim is on
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| Like an amazon with a boomerang
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| I’m ruling this thing
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| What school is you in?
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| You ain’t from hard knocks
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| Maybe before knocks
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| Old school New York
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| Real Hip Hop
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| New school West Coast
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| We don’t shit talk
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| We just kick off
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| Tip off play up
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| You soft dude
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| So take a day off
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| Make a move and I’ll improve the pay off
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| Improve the layout
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| I’m well designed
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| And I’m ahead of my time so you should stay up
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| Nothing but water in my eye as I look into the sky
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| It can’t rain all the time
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| My reply is, «I really don’t want to die.» |