x4) Cool, cool rain (x2) Just when I thought I could take a whiff of pain Gasoline rain Cool, cool rain Cool, cool rain Gasoline rain Cool, cool rain Cool, cool rain Cool, cool rain
too deep to know Swallow a drop of gravel and blacktop 'Cause the road tastes like wintergreen The wind and the rain smell of oil and octane Mixed with stale gasoline
wearing in the magazines You could bathe in some bleach and you still wont be half as clean Bitch I'm slick as Vaseline Smokin gasoline In the red Chevelle
's and broken hearts girl You need me baby, it's hard to break a habit For me, yeah And girl if you want I pour a gallon of gasoline on my heart Just
neck Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline
I emptied out the gun bustin all at the sky. Then i went and stole a bow and arrow from my dad To the arrows tips i tied gasoline soaked rags, Climbed
at the sky, I emptied out my gun bustin all at the sky. Then i went and stole a bow and arrow from my dad To the arrows tips i tied gasoline soaked
and broken hearts girl you need me, baby its hard to break a habit for me yeah [Diddy in Brackets] and girl if you want I pour a gallon of gasoline on
trigga One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture The rope aint tight enough, he still alive go fix it Pour some gasoline on him, call
my nose and my butt On the bus or the train This is for niggas walkin' in the rain Listenin' to they Walkman Talkin the New York fuckin' slang Danger
Freezing to death in this rain, I still the remember the day, I never thought that Id remember your name, You said youd always be there for me, But you
your head Rain can't soak what is not there Rain can't soak what is not there Rain can't soak what is not there Rain can't soak what is not there The
from Singing I can hear them singing When the rain had washed away All these scattered dreams Dying Everyone's reminded Hearts are washed in misery Drenched in gasoline
Ain't coming On detonation boulevard Through the angel rain Through the dust and the gasoline Through the cruelty of strangers To the neon dream Long
Well this is Babylon" And you can fire out on a bus To the outside world down to Louisiana You can take her with you I've seen the rains of the real
guess I lay awake, I guess I'll lay here and pray Could you pour me one more drink? A glass of gasoline Help me burn my pain, light me up in the rain
body armor My reputation like Jeffrey Dahmer, I eat niggas You running with rappers, I get money with street niggas I put fire to leech niggas, gasoline
same and people change but fuck it, nothin stays the same and naw i aint speaking so dont wave the blame lock me up but you can never cave the brain Gasoline
