Lyrics:
matter where it is
No matter where you are
"Bulls on Parade, " I rain on that charade
Played in the shame
This hero's a deeper shade
Now why wouldn't I be
international
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl,
the brightest someday!
I'll be the brightest someday!
I'll be the brightest, you'll see!
Don't rain on my parade, it's gonna glow in the dark.
I like it
to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah
'Bout to spend a hundred grand today
Lot of blue face hundreds, it's a blue band parade, yeah
Huh,
sally went to the store by herself today for nothing more than to escape the rain but
music started playing and rain came now its flooding
a parade of flaws
Roll, boys. She rolls
Oh lie the lie
Oh by the by
First one out in any rain, but the last to heal or remember your name
Roll, boys. She
Wu, Ghost moves like a phantom
Fuck all da haters Imma send'em all to heaven
Yeh, I got Rickie Owens denim
Yohji Yamamoto infused with the venom
Wu,
Rick Owen on my jeans, these ain't True
I think this hoe playing, think it's true
That bitch ate me up, like some soup
Saint Laurent on my body, ain't no
I got the gain because of my pain
Not to be lame but it's always the same, game
Rain pours down on my parade
cs the media turns it into a charade
I
Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy, but you don't wanna
Just don't be late for our parade, come on
They're passing by in a cavalcade
They're on the way to our parade, come on
Come on now
I only thought
and satanic verses
It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours
Heard when it rains, it pours
I came to bring the pain once more (once more)
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
get the gat
Then you wanna chitter-chat
Now what kind of shit is that?
Strip club, shake it shake it, toss it up
Make it rain semi tucked, I let it buck
and out
Waving a flag in the last parade
I have my reasons to doubt
Dip your hand in Heaven's waters
God's imagination
Dip your hand in Heaven's
Yeah, went and gotta raise
And made my own parade
I guess you could say
Ain't no rain, no
Went and gotta raise
And made my own parade
I guess you
the sky?
All that is gone
The parade's been and done
The good times have all passed you by
Everyone smiled when you would walk by
In heaven the gods
Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy, but you don't wanna
afraid to disappear beneath the waves
Bread and circus, bread and wine
They rain on your parade
Round and round and round
You're spinning like a wheel
sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you
can just keep it
If you must beg, it's better instead
You must follow the etiquette
Fake, fake, fake, fake
You know when it rains you're in your bed
rainy day
Do or Die don't get a death parade
We just tryna see another day
Rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
Rain Go Away
Look me in my eyes see a soul awaken
you held on to me
Repeat
Sometimes on a rainy day
When I pass by that old parade
I can feel the way you felt and the smell of your hair
When I held
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