Travis Scott, Metro Boomin - Raindrops ( Insane) lyrics

(Metro)

Drop top in rain, this night feel insane
I'm out dodgin' raindrops on
Road in this Range (Rain, rain)
Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up
I can't aim
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this aim
I throw it, recoup it, I got a check
I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (yeah) , this purple rain
Do this again, hill, top skullin'
(It's lit)

You get chills, that's alright
You stay down, down for life
Out the field, in the wild
Up my hill, it's a mile
You come still with a smile I
Ain't feel in a while
New AP, no Timex (Ayy, ayy)
I'm right now and I'm next (Oh)
Put the whole game on my neck (O oh)
I run it up, pills and chiropractor bills
You shoulda charged bills
Wherever I reside, it's quiet
(Shh) , private (Shh) , silenced (Shh)
But every time, 9 PM, it's high-pitched
(It's lit) , 12 o'clock (Lit) , riot

Drop top in rain
(yeah) , this night feel insane
I'm out dodgin' raindrops on
Road in this Range (It's lit)
Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up
I can't aim (Straight up)
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this aim
(O oh) i throw it, recoup it, I got a check
I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (yeah) , this purple rain
Do this again, hill, top skullin'
(It's lit)

Way it kick back, got some recoil
Had to run it back, made a sequel
Way she did that, it can't be legal
Now she feelin' hers, it's feelin' regal
Snuck the whole bird in the seagull
Dirty got me good, feelin' evil
Darkskin chick in the daytime (O oh)
She turn off the news and give me headlines
Put it in their name
They're dodgin' fed time
Stash it in they face
Somewhere they can't find
I'm wrappin' up the grill
With the Grape Vines
Don't care 'bout what you
Heard through the grapevine
I'ma be the man, but I'm the mankind
You might feel insane but I'm insaner

Drop top in rain, this night feel insane
I'm out dodgin' raindrops on
Road in this Range (Rain, rain)
Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up
I can't aim
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this aim
(Skrrt)
I throw it, recoup it, I got a check
I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (yeah) , this purple rain
Do this again, hill, top skullin'
(It's lit)

(Metro)