even cover up my tracks I'm goin' nowhere and I'm light years back I wish you well How come everyday I'm still waiting for the change? How come I still
I be that beat And yeah Bush still wrong like 3 left feet And yeah the kush still strong and the hoes still work The toilets stopped up but the stove still
I choose I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops 'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying
Next To Over Seas I Can Smell The Palm Trees Guess I'm Just A Grass Hopper Attracted To All Green Now Listen To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days Wishing OG's Was Still
joke like a bad episode of Hollyoaks Can't keep up with the cover lows So they got bad credit livin' on direct Livin' in debt but they still don't get
raindrop And I watched you falling to your death And the sun, well, she could not save you She'd fallen down to, now the streets are wet Body of water
see the brood of charades 'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade Rapping on holy water, looking for divine order Life goes on, but still
Sing my song and chant my chants Rain, rain, go away Please come back another day The sun will shine and now the sky is gray Please rain, go way {lah
of fertilizer to raise an umbreller And it rains out here nearly every day But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay The wells gone dry and I have to tote the water
when the yards broke off, they said that I got killed But I am livin' still I was a dam builder across a river deep and wide Where steel and water did
, The ford got hot and wouldn't do no more. It then got clody and it started to rain, I tooted my horn for a passin' lead The rain water blowin' all under
that At the door with a towel on and nothing under that, saying "Welcome" Verse 2 I let these words flow out, like water from a spout Like rain from
-Tek Now he got nice tracks, them other dudes is type wack Yeah, people keeping it coming, I keep it bubbling Like the heat from oven boiling the water
I reach your soul Cause I'm stronger than younger Son of Casandra like ganga I grow From tha root like water I flow Could sport ebrotha low or tha nappy afro I still
good to you? Ooh, ooh boy Make a move, make a move, my lollipop cutie Lay down on the cover, let the lover do his duty It looks like rain but rain doesn
Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this *applause* OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself We'll get you through this Take a sip of water
it all down [verse3] Now, the rain will falllll Hennessy, Tanqueray and Johnnie Walllll The night can't end I'll start all over again Now, the rain will