Let It Rain
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โฑ๏ธ 3:12 duration
๐ ID: 2294973
๐ Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, now I'm ready, uh
Your pockets' slim pickings
Lay 'em out like grilled chicken
It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion
Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon
And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe
I'll break it on your head if you don't act right
There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died
While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus
Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit
You don't know the half of this (you bitch) nah (you bitch)
I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh)
It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh)
Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain
It's like my life directed by Tim Burton
And daddy twisted off the henara
And I'm always on the center stage
Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway
Trying to get a better brain, then it rained
Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I must've been a junkie in my past life, man
I must've been a junkie in my past life
Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
Ninety degrees, Timbs on
Ma, your kid's gone
A lot of graves to be pissed on
Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)
You know I got the drug so potent
Johnny took a hit
He died, came back, said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!)
Two-twenty in Toyota Supras (Uh)
The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh)
Flushing, Queens, no scare business here
Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh)
Plus the strength of twelve oxen
Hold it down, though, there's no option
Let it rain (Uh)
I must've been a junkie in my past life, you know
I must've been a fiend in my past life, fuck
I must've been a junkie in my past life
Uh, these dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans
Hahaha, that's it. I'm done
Yeah, now I'm ready, uh
Your pockets' slim pickings
Lay 'em out like grilled chicken
It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion
Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon
And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe
I'll break it on your head if you don't act right
There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died
While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus
Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit
You don't know the half of this (you bitch) nah (you bitch)
I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh)
It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh)
Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain
It's like my life directed by Tim Burton
And daddy twisted off the henara
And I'm always on the center stage
Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway
Trying to get a better brain, then it rained
Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I must've been a junkie in my past life, man
I must've been a junkie in my past life
Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
Ninety degrees, Timbs on
Ma, your kid's gone
A lot of graves to be pissed on
Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)
You know I got the drug so potent
Johnny took a hit
He died, came back, said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!)
Two-twenty in Toyota Supras (Uh)
The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh)
Flushing, Queens, no scare business here
Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh)
Plus the strength of twelve oxen
Hold it down, though, there's no option
Let it rain (Uh)
I must've been a junkie in my past life, you know
I must've been a fiend in my past life, fuck
I must've been a junkie in my past life
Uh, these dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans
Hahaha, that's it. I'm done
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.34] Uh, uh, uh, uh
[00:08.94] Yeah, now I'm ready, uh
[00:22.44] Your pockets' slim pickings
[00:23.44] Lay 'em out like grilled chicken
[00:24.98] It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion
[00:27.94] Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon
[00:31.01] And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe
[00:34.47] I'll break it on your head if you don't act right
[00:37.22] There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died
[00:39.52] While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
[00:42.04] I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
[00:47.26] But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus
[00:50.37] Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit
[00:53.99] You don't know the half of this (you bitch) nah (you bitch)
[00:58.18] I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh)
[01:00.72] It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh)
[01:03.62] Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain
[01:05.58] It's like my life directed by Tim Burton
[01:08.28] And daddy twisted off the henara
[01:10.80] And I'm always on the center stage
[01:12.80] Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway
[01:15.56] Trying to get a better brain, then it rained
[01:17.83] Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:22.06] I must've been a junkie in my past life, man
[01:24.42] I must've been a junkie in my past life
[01:29.75] Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
[01:30.85] Ninety degrees, Timbs on
[01:32.38] Ma, your kid's gone
[01:33.67] A lot of graves to be pissed on
[01:35.66] Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)
[01:39.47] You know I got the drug so potent
[01:40.46] Johnny took a hit
[01:41.42] He died, came back, said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!)
[01:44.51] Two-twenty in Toyota Supras (Uh)
[01:46.65] The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh)
[01:49.24] Flushing, Queens, no scare business here
[01:51.48] Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh)
[01:54.65] Plus the strength of twelve oxen
[01:56.09] Hold it down, though, there's no option
[01:58.12] Let it rain (Uh)
[01:59.78] I must've been a junkie in my past life, you know
[02:07.93] I must've been a fiend in my past life, fuck
[02:12.08] I must've been a junkie in my past life
[02:18.55] Uh, these dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans
[02:23.33] Hahaha, that's it. I'm done
[03:05.77]
[00:08.94] Yeah, now I'm ready, uh
[00:22.44] Your pockets' slim pickings
[00:23.44] Lay 'em out like grilled chicken
[00:24.98] It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion
[00:27.94] Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon
[00:31.01] And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe
[00:34.47] I'll break it on your head if you don't act right
[00:37.22] There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died
[00:39.52] While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
[00:42.04] I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
[00:47.26] But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus
[00:50.37] Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit
[00:53.99] You don't know the half of this (you bitch) nah (you bitch)
[00:58.18] I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh)
[01:00.72] It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh)
[01:03.62] Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain
[01:05.58] It's like my life directed by Tim Burton
[01:08.28] And daddy twisted off the henara
[01:10.80] And I'm always on the center stage
[01:12.80] Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway
[01:15.56] Trying to get a better brain, then it rained
[01:17.83] Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:22.06] I must've been a junkie in my past life, man
[01:24.42] I must've been a junkie in my past life
[01:29.75] Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
[01:30.85] Ninety degrees, Timbs on
[01:32.38] Ma, your kid's gone
[01:33.67] A lot of graves to be pissed on
[01:35.66] Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)
[01:39.47] You know I got the drug so potent
[01:40.46] Johnny took a hit
[01:41.42] He died, came back, said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!)
[01:44.51] Two-twenty in Toyota Supras (Uh)
[01:46.65] The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh)
[01:49.24] Flushing, Queens, no scare business here
[01:51.48] Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh)
[01:54.65] Plus the strength of twelve oxen
[01:56.09] Hold it down, though, there's no option
[01:58.12] Let it rain (Uh)
[01:59.78] I must've been a junkie in my past life, you know
[02:07.93] I must've been a fiend in my past life, fuck
[02:12.08] I must've been a junkie in my past life
[02:18.55] Uh, these dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans
[02:23.33] Hahaha, that's it. I'm done
[03:05.77]