I Hate the Rain

Too many women and too many guns
Too many troubled women and too many guns
And I hate the rain
I hate the same old rain in summer
I hate to say it but we
We got the enemy in the flesh
But I can sing it real slow
Bitches play hard to get my heart
Somehow I think that you would like to fuck with me
Come on, get money
Fuck this bullshit, you heard me?
I could tell that you were depressed
From the way you moved your feet, baby Tired of dreaming
Racing through the mist
Fell the mist in my eyes
And you pushed me on the rail road

Hey Mr. Frost
Is this all in my healing?
I cannot see hers
I can't see where the eyelids been



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Benitez
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