Rain Dance

It's raining, whoa, it's pouring, yes, it is

Ha, gotta get some of the rain

Ducktail right there, look at it

Ducktail, what the hell?

No way (the rain keeps falling on my windowpane)

There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain

Body of a kid with the cauliflower ears

Out here like he a karate kid

Knocked out his choppers, he probably got a poly grip

The polymer shotty grip

Too big to pull a robbery, we can't afford to get sloppy

A mess popped a clip in the choppy

Like it's an IBM with a floppy disk

The new F and M that I copped from Rick

You can fit it inside of microchip

The more chips I get, thoughts of gettin' chipped

Often cross my wig, but I've been known to overthink

You out here with too much dip on your chip

Am I expensive fit?

Somehow I'm still a misfit

I guess it's hit or miss

Maybe I am a dick

I insist to piss in a lobster bisque

Hot spit, pussyfoot, it's not a good look for me

I was lookin' to sink my hooks in a freak

But all the hook I need is two good feet

Look, you way too busy playin' footsie underneath the table

But it was just a waste of some goodies

From runnin' in and out of these boutiques

Mine's just my routine

They slept on me

But it obviously wasn't beauty sleep

This nigga's face be lookin' spooky, I'm bougie

Your bitch is twisted like a crujie

I'm in a jacuzzi, screwin' the cooler on the Uzi

Removin' jewelry, smoothly

The Jubilee was cheap, it's a tubi movie

Put you on the news, Bottega Louie, I'm a foodie

680 Benz, crazy tenant

The hazards is blinking into a labyrinth, I'm sinking

A hole inside another hole

Parole hole on top of another hole

The mold on the ceiling just make me say things

I attract the unknown and create things

Down Marbury Silk Road, I stroll

When my lyrics scroll, it's clear

I'm here to turn base metals to gold

Mix LeBron with Enfant, pom-poms

You been swinging

I've been swinging for the fences or benches

Situated in the J's, Tokyo J's, yellow suede

Thanksgiving Day parade, crowds full of J's

Swelling around the dwelling I colonize

Monetize dust juice

There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain

In front of me, my condolences to the fridge

Go to bonuses

The onus is all mine

Wartime attire

Chariots of fire

I sit and eat blue ribbon chicken

Amongst alpaca wool and cottons

And you mean to tell me none of this shit intrigues you?

All these vintage leather-looking sneakers

And beautifully handcrafted shoes

All these different

So what do you say to the people that be like

Yo, what does it matter

I say nothing to them

'Cause we have nothing in common

Ha ha

I mean, you know, you gotta

Listen, man

Ain't nothing like garments

And fragrances and good food and good company

Good socks, man

I iron my drawers, man

It's a fact

I iron my drawers, man

Because they feel better when you put them on

I'm about this shit for real, man

Fuck about what nobody's saying, man

You ain't got to understand this shit

Not from my vantage point

I don't know who to blame

I don't know who to blame

There's a burning in my eyes that I can't explain