"rain" lyrics
Ayo, Ian
Yeah, I smoke a pack, huh, yeah
On my jacks, uh, yeah
Can't relax, huh, yeah
I like peace of mind and how you throw it back, yeah, yeah
I feel slow as shit, we wasn't sippin' 'gnac, yeah
I'ma let it rain like the weatherman, huh, yeah
Rollin' back, huh, yeah
High and low, huh
I keep goin' back, uh, yeah
Hold my hand, huh, yeah
I been pourin' up like I ain't got no plan
Just fuck it up, get the bread, run it back, uh
She gon' eat me for a starter, uh, yeah, uh
She know Fimi had it hard, uh, uh, uh, uh
Took it up and went to Mars, uh, huh, yeah, yeah
Sorry 'cause I'm super charged up, huh, yeah, yeah
She don't need to know the half of it, uh, yeah, yeah
On this pill, I'm feelin' supersonic, uh, I love it
I'm at the top, I think I reached the summit
She talk too much, I'm fuckin' up her sto- (Yeah)
Yeah, I smoke a pack, huh, yeah
On my jacks, uh, yeah
Can't relax, huh, yeah
I like peace of mind and how you throw it back, yeah, yeah
I feel slow as shit, we wasn't sippin' 'gnac (Ah), yeah
I'ma let it rain like the weatherman, huh, yeah
Rollin' back, huh, yeah
High and low, huh
I keep goin' back, uh, yeah (Ah)
Hold my hand, huh, yeah
I been pourin' up like I ain't got no plan (Ah)
Just fuck it up, get the bread, run it back (Okay, okay)
She tempt me
She tempt me, you're pissin' me off
She talkin' 'bout her man while she takin' it off, yeah
I just fucked a fan and she's losin' the plot, huh
I'm fuckin' up the bank, now she fixin' her gloss, uh
I'm sippin' up the drank like I'm fixin' my cough, uh
I'm the same man, uh, but turn on my costs, bitch, yeah (Uh)
I leave these hoes sick like a hospice, uh
Yeah, I got this, uh, I got cuban links, uh
On my skin, uh, yeah
On this pill, think I feel every thing, uh, yeah
On a hill, take the wheel
Everything, uh, yeah, is way too real
I can't chill, unless I-
Yeah, I smoke a pack, huh, yeah
On my jacks, uh, yeah
Can't relax, huh, yeah
I like peace of mind and how you throw it back, yeah, yeah
I feel slow as shit, we wasn't sippin' 'gnac, yeah
I'ma let it rain like the weatherman (Weatherman), huh, yeah (Ah)
Rollin' back, huh, yeah (Rollin' back)
High and low, huh (High and low)
I keep goin' back, uh, yeah (High and low)
Hold my hand, huh, yeah (Hold my hand)
I been pourin' up like I ain't got no plan (Hold my hand)
Just fuck it up, get the bread, run it back, uh (Run it back)
Yeah, I smoke a pack, huh, yeah
On my jacks, uh, yeah
Can't relax, huh, yeah
I like peace of mind and how you throw it back, yeah, yeah
I feel slow as shit, we wasn't sippin' 'gnac, yeah
I'ma let it rain like the weatherman, huh, yeah
Rollin' back, huh, yeah
High and low, huh
I keep goin' back, uh, yeah
Hold my hand, huh, yeah
I been pourin' up like I ain't got no plan
Just fuck it up, get the bread, run it back, uh
She gon' eat me for a starter, uh, yeah, uh
She know Fimi had it hard, uh, uh, uh, uh
Took it up and went to Mars, uh, huh, yeah, yeah
Sorry 'cause I'm super charged up, huh, yeah, yeah
She don't need to know the half of it, uh, yeah, yeah
On this pill, I'm feelin' supersonic, uh, I love it
I'm at the top, I think I reached the summit
She talk too much, I'm fuckin' up her sto- (Yeah)
Yeah, I smoke a pack, huh, yeah
On my jacks, uh, yeah
Can't relax, huh, yeah
I like peace of mind and how you throw it back, yeah, yeah
I feel slow as shit, we wasn't sippin' 'gnac (Ah), yeah
I'ma let it rain like the weatherman, huh, yeah
Rollin' back, huh, yeah
High and low, huh
I keep goin' back, uh, yeah (Ah)
Hold my hand, huh, yeah
I been pourin' up like I ain't got no plan (Ah)
Just fuck it up, get the bread, run it back (Okay, okay)
She tempt me
She tempt me, you're pissin' me off
She talkin' 'bout her man while she takin' it off, yeah
I just fucked a fan and she's losin' the plot, huh
I'm fuckin' up the bank, now she fixin' her gloss, uh
I'm sippin' up the drank like I'm fixin' my cough, uh
I'm the same man, uh, but turn on my costs, bitch, yeah (Uh)
I leave these hoes sick like a hospice, uh
Yeah, I got this, uh, I got cuban links, uh
On my skin, uh, yeah
On this pill, think I feel every thing, uh, yeah
On a hill, take the wheel
Everything, uh, yeah, is way too real
I can't chill, unless I-
Yeah, I smoke a pack, huh, yeah
On my jacks, uh, yeah
Can't relax, huh, yeah
I like peace of mind and how you throw it back, yeah, yeah
I feel slow as shit, we wasn't sippin' 'gnac, yeah
I'ma let it rain like the weatherman (Weatherman), huh, yeah (Ah)
Rollin' back, huh, yeah (Rollin' back)
High and low, huh (High and low)
I keep goin' back, uh, yeah (High and low)
Hold my hand, huh, yeah (Hold my hand)
I been pourin' up like I ain't got no plan (Hold my hand)
Just fuck it up, get the bread, run it back, uh (Run it back)
