Rain Blows On My Windshield

Hey
Where are you
Don't stay alone out there

I might as well go out of my way
I might as well go out of my way
She lives in hell but that's on my way
Think you the main
Say that to my ex
We might as well say no to the sex

I cop her I drop her
I'm back to the chopper
Fuck me proper girl you won't need a scholarship
I hate when she talk about her favorite rapper
I hate when you talk about your favorite rapper

Fucking hate these bitches now
I'm back in my zone I'm packing my bones
Fucking a bitch then leave on my own
I might as well say no to them drugs
It never seats well when she giving me hugs

Not what mean when she picks up the phone
Talking with nature I guess I'm just stoned
Looking for love when I'm all alone
Air born and I'm blown out
Parties nice and I'm thrown out
Like a stripper looking for her own life

Hop in the benz like a fishtank
Hooking the lane like I'm Blitzcrank
Fucking your fame cause I live round
I mean that was just a way for you to shine

Tryna fucking fly
Keep your feet on the ground
I been flying so high
All the way til I land

Back in Paris
Hit you up when I got status
I'm etheric when she focus on aesthetic
Bad bitch want a beverage
I mean I got what you need bitch
Plenty drinks and the city rich
Daddy issues ever since he ditched

Money in return for some favours
I seen pretty people become killers
I mean
Some of them became drug dealers
I'm still surrounded by these fucking liars
I don't need you to tell me your desires
I already know why I hear those sirens
I don't need you to tell me your desires
I already know why I hear those sirens

I might as well go out of my way
She lives in hell but that's on my way
Think you the main
Say that to my ex
We might as well say no to the sex

I cop her I drop her
I'm back to the chopper
Fuck me proper girl you won't need a scholarship
I hate when she talk about her favorite rapper
I hate when you talk about your favorite rapper



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Ricol
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