Lyrics:
Ain't no lightnin' and there ain't no thunder
Not a single drop of rain come down
Might be blue skies that I'm under
But I'm bein' followed by
soul
So you won't hear Lightnin Hopkins on the radio
By 18 I felt like a misfit
And teenage angst wouldn't let me quit
Johnny Rotten spoke for me
And I
Well I really didn't want to go out, to the movies
With some guy I didn't know named Joe, a friend of my friend Susie's
Waitin' by the window, not
news
Workin' on our night moves
(In the summertime) makin' memories
In the sweet summertime, summertime
We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
We
Yeah I'm well prepared
Taxing for the sale
You know by the smell
I rock ya bells
You rolling in the deep
You not with Adele
I'll never tell
Til shit
gone by
Fear that I may no longer live a proper life
See my own pain in my mind
You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail
Unless she
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
of the question is a mighty hard price to pay
'Cause you brought these rainy day crossroad blues my way
I can't take it no more
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
on the watch for the Sherriff
In all seven periods you can meet me by the stairs
Ain't pickin' shit up, AirDrop it through the mail
Got to much weight, just
a rocket (uh)
Lookin' at the jewels, you see a pool in the faucet (brr)
Za' hit the mail, come straight from the tropic
Got a coconut smell, but it hit
(Yeah yeah)
Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin'
Stand for somethin'
Brotha, understand (no)
Gotta make the place
Take
the credit, we get the blame
I ain't never seen no Baphomet
Never been approached by Voldemort
Suck my magic wand made of skin that
I acquired back when
I'm talkin' touched on my soul
Oh no this shit already old
Let the beat come in, on load
Xealo Towers
I ain't wanna start nothin', I just gotta get
nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah,
Well there's blues in my kitchen, 'cause my sweet man is gone
Yeah there's blues in my mailbox, 'cause I can't get no mail
Well there's blues in my
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
how I walk it
Walk down leave a footprint they get stepped on
Bring me in no confession
Blew right by and I left em
Legend Will Smith no Wesson
Wake up
And that the rain was tears at the skies were shadding because I was goin' away
But then like a bow of lightnin' from out the blue
Oh that feelings got over
abused likes rules
Accused by fools
Amused like ooo
Misused like tools
So Untrue like news
Confused like a ruse
Been blue, leaving clues in my tunes
I've
D-O-A
Want the smoke
Come and get it
Air mail, 2nd day
Wanna play
Aint a game
I pull the trigger let it spray
Cuz I aint go no where
Man, now I'm here
was like "Fuck it"
An no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucket
When shit was goin' down
We followed it
If she ain't suckin' dick by now
She
Seven days gone by, I have no mail today
Seven days gone by, I got no mail today
I wonder why, what my baby had to say
Rain or shine, sleat or snow
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