Jim Jones, Starr, Rell, NOE - Rain lyrics
[Jim Jones, Starr, Rell, NOE - Rain lyrics]
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
You couldn't understand how much
The pain weight
So in the hood we love the rainy days
Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming
We love the winter cause we
Know the summers coming
Remember I got locked the same
Night my son was coming
All I could do is pray that
They don't take me away
And Lord knows I have the angel's on my side
They search the car
I had the hammer in my ride
A miracle on flat bush avenue
I still made it back to say
Push when she was having you
A newer version, a younger me
I want him to go to school
And raise him up gun free
I swear some places I don't want him to be
And I swear some things I
Don't want him to see
But new booty, daddy loves you truly
So the nights you don't see me
You know daddy's on his duty hook
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
What's a poor man's pickle?
Survive threw the poor
Pull a truck upfront and
Drive threw the store
Had to be a felon, hated being proper
Read the book of life and
Satin was the author
Still I was the colperate rather be in Rikers
The bugger had my baby momma
Running threw them diapers
All for that shitting and all them pampers
Grandma layed up with all of that cancer
Lid paint flaking constantly chipping
Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping
I vow to my name a bad transmission
For getting in the game
That's a bad transition
One flick
One night I'm ally ally outsin' free
For getting you a place with a G
A couple heavy shots I'mma newer man ready
Go and get paper the
Hustler with the confetti, i'm ready
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
I can truly understand
How life can drain all the passion from a man
With just one chance it
Can change his circumstance
And get that money, baby, get that money
Babe let's get this money, baby, yeah
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
You couldn't understand how much
The pain weight
So in the hood we love the rainy days
Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming
We love the winter cause we
Know the summers coming
Remember I got locked the same
Night my son was coming
All I could do is pray that
They don't take me away
And Lord knows I have the angel's on my side
They search the car
I had the hammer in my ride
A miracle on flat bush avenue
I still made it back to say
Push when she was having you
A newer version, a younger me
I want him to go to school
And raise him up gun free
I swear some places I don't want him to be
And I swear some things I
Don't want him to see
But new booty, daddy loves you truly
So the nights you don't see me
You know daddy's on his duty hook
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
What's a poor man's pickle?
Survive threw the poor
Pull a truck upfront and
Drive threw the store
Had to be a felon, hated being proper
Read the book of life and
Satin was the author
Still I was the colperate rather be in Rikers
The bugger had my baby momma
Running threw them diapers
All for that shitting and all them pampers
Grandma layed up with all of that cancer
Lid paint flaking constantly chipping
Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping
I vow to my name a bad transmission
For getting in the game
That's a bad transition
One flick
One night I'm ally ally outsin' free
For getting you a place with a G
A couple heavy shots I'mma newer man ready
Go and get paper the
Hustler with the confetti, i'm ready
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
I can truly understand
How life can drain all the passion from a man
With just one chance it
Can change his circumstance
And get that money, baby, get that money
Babe let's get this money, baby, yeah
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain