Rain Dance

Lyrics for Rain Dance

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