SingingInTheRain

Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame

Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Quicksand my brain, it's like I'm sinkin' in the pain
I sleep all day so I be woke all night
The second BONES come around, watch how they walk on thin ice
I kick nice raps and rhymes
That's all that I like
But I had my fair share now, cause I'm at a new point in my life
Why you droolin' over some bitch?
We makin' these hits
That microphone in my fist has paid for all of this shit
You see the whip, the house, the jewels, and clothes
But you don't see the inside of my mind when the door closed
I clam up, slam shut, and keep to myself
And there's a reason for that
Look at the world we livin' in
One look around will have you for sure feelin' me
My infamy is difference, see
I'm on a new frequency
That only a few can pick up
Attention all MCs, step to me, get ripped up

Knock, knock, who's there?
It's the man with the plan
It's the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
Knock, knock, who's there?
It's the man with the plan
It's the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
Yeah

Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame

I alienate myself from those who love me
Loco still, my social skills is rusty
Slayer like Buffy
My focal point is
Stayin' on track like a locomotive
And if I do crash, whether off or on purpose
I fake my death, move away, and never resurface
I'm the resurgence every time that the drought hits
Lord BONES turn a tap into a fountain
Lost track of the classics
I've dropped, I'm done countin'
I live off the flows, I give 'em just like allowance
Gettin' too big for their bridges, it's time to hammer
Got the underground on lock, I am the deadbolt
Dead shit buckshot, locked on your head, bitch
Peepin' Tom motherfuckers lookin' over hedges
That's just life for the original
No employee, got our own business now

Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame