Rainy Day

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Yo-yo, yo, yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Yo-yo

Uh, yeah

I'm smokin' a ciggy
Gimme a milli
Second to catch my breath, whew
I got a problem, man
My lungs are gonna be my death, whew
I got some issues with my hearing might be goin' deaf (It's true)
So I'm cranking up that music 'til it's thumpin' through the complex
My mom tried to tell me dreams coming true is nonsense
But I don't usually listen to whatever my mom says
I'm rappin' on the mic and coming up with different concepts
They can't map me, out of sight
I'm in a different continent, yo

It's a rainy day
I'm 'bout to smoke my pain away
Livin' out my crazy days

Temporary crowns
On my teeth and my head
Cause you can't make it very far
When your feets filled with lead
These ain't stationary sounds
I don't repeat what I said
If you could live through my eyes
Then you would see why I stress, cause
I woke up with bedhead
Bed-head
I was fuckin' on a redhead
Redhead
Redemption on my mind like it was
Red dead
And temptations on the line
But it all leads to a dead-end
But-

It's a rainy day
And I'm bout to smoke my pain away
The Mary Janey way

Drip-drop
Keep it in a zip lock
I'm 'bout to hit the thrift shop
In my yellow slip-ons
I swear I heard the weatherman this morning saying "Clear skies"
I guess that'd be considered a sincere lie
So I'm looking for my raincoat
There the train goes
Runnin' through the city like Usain Bolt
A hop, skip, and a jump
Yeah I'm dodging puddles
I'm soaked to the bone
And I got purple knuckles

I can't wait to get back home and make that bong bubble
It's hard to stay sober on a rainy day
It's a struggle

I'm blowin' a milli
Gimme a ciggy
Second to none, the best
Loosen my collar, man
This shit is far from over yet
I go the distance just to separate me from the rest
So I don't do it for the love, for the money, or respect, yo
It's to the death, yo
Like it's Macbeth, yo
Bumpin' old classics on cassette, yo
Some things are better left said than unsaid, yuh
You tried to f*ck me over, but I'll never let you

Okay, I'm airing out my crotch and now they wanna heckle
Cause they don't realize what they're getting's on a higher level
Don't you read the rhymes? This ain't instrumental
Mental
Don't you hear the whistle blowing like it's on a kettle?

I'm so tired of all this
I might dissolve this
Pill into this drink but it involves risk
I-I'm steady feeding my addictions
Stay ignoring my convictions
These are just my main afflictions
But I guess it's my decision, yo

Let it rain today
I'm smokin' haze 'til late
Ain't no changes made
And now my fate awaits

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