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RAINING IN HOUSTON

๐Ÿ‘ค Drake โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ 4:05 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:04
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Alright, man
This what we gon' do
If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up
Put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw (ayy)
Put your H's up now

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah

Friday night, I'm out with the guys
You already called me five times
Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
Your life

Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine
What's on your mind? (Your mind) your mind
Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize
Talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'
Vaping while you're typin' on a mission
Maya Angelou off seven shots of '42, your words are cuttin' deep
Your words are hittin' different

All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)
All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)
Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (past A&M)
It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again
All this time you've been around me
You don't spend a penny 'round me
Friends are extra friendly 'round me

If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) yeah
Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah

Ayy, hop on 85, right past A&M
It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again
Hop on 85, right past A&M
Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again

It's raining in Houston, my love
The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
So why make it worse if you could pull up?
I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love
Rather spend my energy boosting you up
Gassing you up, these American guys
Are something different, they just talk looser than us
You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
All these tables, booked, you want hookah, my love
I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup

Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love
I know you always say it's just music, my love
But these guys would die to see me lose it, my love
The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
I can't see things getting much smoother, my love

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.28] Alright, man
[00:01.44] This what we gon' do
[00:02.52] If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up
[00:05.52] Put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw (ayy)
[00:08.29] Put your H's up now
[00:09.17] Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
[00:17.35] Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah
[00:27.56] Friday night, I'm out with the guys
[00:30.85] You already called me five times
[00:34.15] Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
[00:37.40] Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
[00:41.06] You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
[00:47.71] Your life
[00:49.57] Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine
[00:54.03] What's on your mind? (Your mind) your mind
[00:58.48] Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize
[01:03.01] Talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'
[01:10.94] Vaping while you're typin' on a mission
[01:15.52] Maya Angelou off seven shots of '42, your words are cuttin' deep
[01:20.91] Your words are hittin' different
[01:25.96] All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)
[01:29.26] All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)
[01:31.45] Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (past A&M)
[01:36.21] It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again
[01:40.37] All this time you've been around me
[01:42.92] You don't spend a penny 'round me
[01:45.19] Friends are extra friendly 'round me
[01:47.53] If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) yeah
[01:57.92] Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah
[02:08.77] Ayy, hop on 85, right past A&M
[02:13.89] It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again
[02:17.80] Hop on 85, right past A&M
[02:21.91] Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again
[02:26.52] It's raining in Houston, my love
[02:29.82] The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
[02:33.70] So why make it worse if you could pull up?
[02:37.90] I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love
[02:42.06] Rather spend my energy boosting you up
[02:46.06] Gassing you up, these American guys
[02:49.74] Are something different, they just talk looser than us
[02:53.71] You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
[02:58.07] All these tables, booked, you want hookah, my love
[03:01.91] I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
[03:06.02] Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup
[03:10.14] Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love
[03:14.14] I know you always say it's just music, my love
[03:18.01] But these guys would die to see me lose it, my love
[03:21.95] The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
[03:26.18] I can't see things getting much smoother, my love
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