Rain Dance
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⏱️ 3:32 duration
🆔 ID: 28377760
📜 Lyrics
It's raining, whoa, it's pouring, yes, it is
Ha, gotta get some of the rain
Ducktail right there, look at it
Ducktail, what the hell?
No way (the rain keeps falling on my windowpane)
There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
Body of a kid with the cauliflower ears
Out here like he a karate kid
Knocked out his choppers, he probably got a poly grip
The polymer shotty grip
Too big to pull a robbery, we can't afford to get sloppy
A mess popped a clip in the choppy
Like it's an IBM with a floppy disk
The new F and M that I copped from Rick
You can fit it inside of microchip
The more chips I get, thoughts of gettin' chipped
Often cross my wig, but I've been known to overthink
You out here with too much dip on your chip
Am I expensive fit?
Somehow I'm still a misfit
I guess it's hit or miss
Maybe I am a dick
I insist to piss in a lobster bisque
Hot spit, pussyfoot, it's not a good look for me
I was lookin' to sink my hooks in a freak
But all the hook I need is two good feet
Look, you way too busy playin' footsie underneath the table
But it was just a waste of some goodies
From runnin' in and out of these boutiques
Mine's just my routine
They slept on me
But it obviously wasn't beauty sleep
This nigga's face be lookin' spooky, I'm bougie
Your bitch is twisted like a crujie
I'm in a jacuzzi, screwin' the cooler on the Uzi
Removin' jewelry, smoothly
The Jubilee was cheap, it's a tubi movie
Put you on the news, Bottega Louie, I'm a foodie
680 Benz, crazy tenant
The hazards is blinking into a labyrinth, I'm sinking
A hole inside another hole
Parole hole on top of another hole
The mold on the ceiling just make me say things
I attract the unknown and create things
Down Marbury Silk Road, I stroll
When my lyrics scroll, it's clear
I'm here to turn base metals to gold
Mix LeBron with Enfant, pom-poms
You been swinging
I've been swinging for the fences or benches
Situated in the J's, Tokyo J's, yellow suede
Thanksgiving Day parade, crowds full of J's
Swelling around the dwelling I colonize
Monetize dust juice
There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
In front of me, my condolences to the fridge
Go to bonuses
The onus is all mine
Wartime attire
Chariots of fire
I sit and eat blue ribbon chicken
Amongst alpaca wool and cottons
And you mean to tell me none of this shit intrigues you?
All these vintage leather-looking sneakers
And beautifully handcrafted shoes
All these different
So what do you say to the people that be like
Yo, what does it matter
I say nothing to them
'Cause we have nothing in common
Ha ha
I mean, you know, you gotta
Listen, man
Ain't nothing like garments
And fragrances and good food and good company
Good socks, man
I iron my drawers, man
It's a fact
I iron my drawers, man
Because they feel better when you put them on
I'm about this shit for real, man
Fuck about what nobody's saying, man
You ain't got to understand this shit
Not from my vantage point
I don't know who to blame
I don't know who to blame
There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
Ha, gotta get some of the rain
Ducktail right there, look at it
Ducktail, what the hell?
No way (the rain keeps falling on my windowpane)
There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
Body of a kid with the cauliflower ears
Out here like he a karate kid
Knocked out his choppers, he probably got a poly grip
The polymer shotty grip
Too big to pull a robbery, we can't afford to get sloppy
A mess popped a clip in the choppy
Like it's an IBM with a floppy disk
The new F and M that I copped from Rick
You can fit it inside of microchip
The more chips I get, thoughts of gettin' chipped
Often cross my wig, but I've been known to overthink
You out here with too much dip on your chip
Am I expensive fit?
Somehow I'm still a misfit
I guess it's hit or miss
Maybe I am a dick
I insist to piss in a lobster bisque
Hot spit, pussyfoot, it's not a good look for me
I was lookin' to sink my hooks in a freak
But all the hook I need is two good feet
Look, you way too busy playin' footsie underneath the table
But it was just a waste of some goodies
From runnin' in and out of these boutiques
Mine's just my routine
They slept on me
But it obviously wasn't beauty sleep
This nigga's face be lookin' spooky, I'm bougie
Your bitch is twisted like a crujie
I'm in a jacuzzi, screwin' the cooler on the Uzi
Removin' jewelry, smoothly
The Jubilee was cheap, it's a tubi movie
Put you on the news, Bottega Louie, I'm a foodie
680 Benz, crazy tenant
The hazards is blinking into a labyrinth, I'm sinking
A hole inside another hole
Parole hole on top of another hole
The mold on the ceiling just make me say things
I attract the unknown and create things
Down Marbury Silk Road, I stroll
When my lyrics scroll, it's clear
I'm here to turn base metals to gold
Mix LeBron with Enfant, pom-poms
You been swinging
I've been swinging for the fences or benches
Situated in the J's, Tokyo J's, yellow suede
Thanksgiving Day parade, crowds full of J's
Swelling around the dwelling I colonize
Monetize dust juice
There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
In front of me, my condolences to the fridge
Go to bonuses
The onus is all mine
Wartime attire
Chariots of fire
I sit and eat blue ribbon chicken
Amongst alpaca wool and cottons
And you mean to tell me none of this shit intrigues you?
All these vintage leather-looking sneakers
And beautifully handcrafted shoes
All these different
So what do you say to the people that be like
Yo, what does it matter
I say nothing to them
'Cause we have nothing in common
Ha ha
I mean, you know, you gotta
Listen, man
Ain't nothing like garments
And fragrances and good food and good company
Good socks, man
I iron my drawers, man
It's a fact
I iron my drawers, man
Because they feel better when you put them on
I'm about this shit for real, man
Fuck about what nobody's saying, man
You ain't got to understand this shit
Not from my vantage point
I don't know who to blame
I don't know who to blame
There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.28] It's raining, whoa, it's pouring, yes, it is
[00:10.45] Ha, gotta get some of the rain
[00:16.79] Ducktail right there, look at it
[00:19.54] Ducktail, what the hell?
[00:22.59] No way (the rain keeps falling on my windowpane)
[00:28.01] There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
[00:31.86] Body of a kid with the cauliflower ears
[00:35.16] Out here like he a karate kid
[00:36.66] Knocked out his choppers, he probably got a poly grip
[00:39.03] The polymer shotty grip
[00:39.85] Too big to pull a robbery, we can't afford to get sloppy
[00:43.34] A mess popped a clip in the choppy
[00:45.03] Like it's an IBM with a floppy disk
[00:46.54] The new F and M that I copped from Rick
[00:48.61] You can fit it inside of microchip
[00:50.30] The more chips I get, thoughts of gettin' chipped
[00:52.71] Often cross my wig, but I've been known to overthink
[00:56.03] You out here with too much dip on your chip
[00:58.63] Am I expensive fit?
[00:59.90] Somehow I'm still a misfit
[01:00.99] I guess it's hit or miss
[01:03.17] Maybe I am a dick
[01:05.76] I insist to piss in a lobster bisque
[01:07.10] Hot spit, pussyfoot, it's not a good look for me
[01:09.43] I was lookin' to sink my hooks in a freak
[01:11.84] But all the hook I need is two good feet
[01:13.77] Look, you way too busy playin' footsie underneath the table
[01:16.99] But it was just a waste of some goodies
[01:19.09] From runnin' in and out of these boutiques
[01:21.01] Mine's just my routine
[01:22.49] They slept on me
[01:24.07] But it obviously wasn't beauty sleep
[01:25.95] This nigga's face be lookin' spooky, I'm bougie
[01:27.79] Your bitch is twisted like a crujie
[01:30.80] I'm in a jacuzzi, screwin' the cooler on the Uzi
[01:33.54] Removin' jewelry, smoothly
[01:35.51] The Jubilee was cheap, it's a tubi movie
[01:37.07] Put you on the news, Bottega Louie, I'm a foodie
[01:43.60] 680 Benz, crazy tenant
[01:45.27] The hazards is blinking into a labyrinth, I'm sinking
[01:47.40] A hole inside another hole
[01:49.25] Parole hole on top of another hole
[01:50.71] The mold on the ceiling just make me say things
[01:52.82] I attract the unknown and create things
[01:54.89] Down Marbury Silk Road, I stroll
[01:56.61] When my lyrics scroll, it's clear
[01:58.92] I'm here to turn base metals to gold
[02:01.00] Mix LeBron with Enfant, pom-poms
[02:03.14] You been swinging
[02:04.36] I've been swinging for the fences or benches
[02:05.71] Situated in the J's, Tokyo J's, yellow suede
[02:08.53] Thanksgiving Day parade, crowds full of J's
[02:10.63] Swelling around the dwelling I colonize
[02:12.76] Monetize dust juice
[02:14.23] There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
[02:17.17] In front of me, my condolences to the fridge
[02:18.61] Go to bonuses
[02:19.70] The onus is all mine
[02:20.86] Wartime attire
[02:21.88] Chariots of fire
[02:22.99] I sit and eat blue ribbon chicken
[02:24.45] Amongst alpaca wool and cottons
[02:25.84] And you mean to tell me none of this shit intrigues you?
[02:30.55] All these vintage leather-looking sneakers
[02:33.74] And beautifully handcrafted shoes
[02:36.04] All these different
[02:37.89] So what do you say to the people that be like
[02:40.34] Yo, what does it matter
[02:41.11] I say nothing to them
[02:42.47] 'Cause we have nothing in common
[02:43.52] Ha ha
[02:45.22] I mean, you know, you gotta
[02:47.44] Listen, man
[02:48.46] Ain't nothing like garments
[02:52.68] And fragrances and good food and good company
[02:58.60] Good socks, man
[02:59.29] I iron my drawers, man
[03:01.32] It's a fact
[03:02.03] I iron my drawers, man
[03:02.99] Because they feel better when you put them on
[03:04.38] I'm about this shit for real, man
[03:07.50] Fuck about what nobody's saying, man
[03:08.81] You ain't got to understand this shit
[03:10.77] Not from my vantage point
[03:12.13] I don't know who to blame
[03:20.07] I don't know who to blame
[03:25.03] There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
[03:28.15]
[00:10.45] Ha, gotta get some of the rain
[00:16.79] Ducktail right there, look at it
[00:19.54] Ducktail, what the hell?
[00:22.59] No way (the rain keeps falling on my windowpane)
[00:28.01] There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
[00:31.86] Body of a kid with the cauliflower ears
[00:35.16] Out here like he a karate kid
[00:36.66] Knocked out his choppers, he probably got a poly grip
[00:39.03] The polymer shotty grip
[00:39.85] Too big to pull a robbery, we can't afford to get sloppy
[00:43.34] A mess popped a clip in the choppy
[00:45.03] Like it's an IBM with a floppy disk
[00:46.54] The new F and M that I copped from Rick
[00:48.61] You can fit it inside of microchip
[00:50.30] The more chips I get, thoughts of gettin' chipped
[00:52.71] Often cross my wig, but I've been known to overthink
[00:56.03] You out here with too much dip on your chip
[00:58.63] Am I expensive fit?
[00:59.90] Somehow I'm still a misfit
[01:00.99] I guess it's hit or miss
[01:03.17] Maybe I am a dick
[01:05.76] I insist to piss in a lobster bisque
[01:07.10] Hot spit, pussyfoot, it's not a good look for me
[01:09.43] I was lookin' to sink my hooks in a freak
[01:11.84] But all the hook I need is two good feet
[01:13.77] Look, you way too busy playin' footsie underneath the table
[01:16.99] But it was just a waste of some goodies
[01:19.09] From runnin' in and out of these boutiques
[01:21.01] Mine's just my routine
[01:22.49] They slept on me
[01:24.07] But it obviously wasn't beauty sleep
[01:25.95] This nigga's face be lookin' spooky, I'm bougie
[01:27.79] Your bitch is twisted like a crujie
[01:30.80] I'm in a jacuzzi, screwin' the cooler on the Uzi
[01:33.54] Removin' jewelry, smoothly
[01:35.51] The Jubilee was cheap, it's a tubi movie
[01:37.07] Put you on the news, Bottega Louie, I'm a foodie
[01:43.60] 680 Benz, crazy tenant
[01:45.27] The hazards is blinking into a labyrinth, I'm sinking
[01:47.40] A hole inside another hole
[01:49.25] Parole hole on top of another hole
[01:50.71] The mold on the ceiling just make me say things
[01:52.82] I attract the unknown and create things
[01:54.89] Down Marbury Silk Road, I stroll
[01:56.61] When my lyrics scroll, it's clear
[01:58.92] I'm here to turn base metals to gold
[02:01.00] Mix LeBron with Enfant, pom-poms
[02:03.14] You been swinging
[02:04.36] I've been swinging for the fences or benches
[02:05.71] Situated in the J's, Tokyo J's, yellow suede
[02:08.53] Thanksgiving Day parade, crowds full of J's
[02:10.63] Swelling around the dwelling I colonize
[02:12.76] Monetize dust juice
[02:14.23] There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
[02:17.17] In front of me, my condolences to the fridge
[02:18.61] Go to bonuses
[02:19.70] The onus is all mine
[02:20.86] Wartime attire
[02:21.88] Chariots of fire
[02:22.99] I sit and eat blue ribbon chicken
[02:24.45] Amongst alpaca wool and cottons
[02:25.84] And you mean to tell me none of this shit intrigues you?
[02:30.55] All these vintage leather-looking sneakers
[02:33.74] And beautifully handcrafted shoes
[02:36.04] All these different
[02:37.89] So what do you say to the people that be like
[02:40.34] Yo, what does it matter
[02:41.11] I say nothing to them
[02:42.47] 'Cause we have nothing in common
[02:43.52] Ha ha
[02:45.22] I mean, you know, you gotta
[02:47.44] Listen, man
[02:48.46] Ain't nothing like garments
[02:52.68] And fragrances and good food and good company
[02:58.60] Good socks, man
[02:59.29] I iron my drawers, man
[03:01.32] It's a fact
[03:02.03] I iron my drawers, man
[03:02.99] Because they feel better when you put them on
[03:04.38] I'm about this shit for real, man
[03:07.50] Fuck about what nobody's saying, man
[03:08.81] You ain't got to understand this shit
[03:10.77] Not from my vantage point
[03:12.13] I don't know who to blame
[03:20.07] I don't know who to blame
[03:25.03] There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain
[03:28.15]