Sunday Morning Rain

(Yawn) Good morning...
Look I look know it's early and all so...
I'll just get right to it
You're talking to a Virgo man
I'm about that prep (Ready)
Like I climb stairs, man I watch my step (Way Up)
Im always on the move like add that rep (Yeah)
Count it up, 1, 2, now watch that left (Watch It)
I'll give y'all the D, yeah thats that Deaf (Sike!)
ORL B deep like a 3 from Steph (3!)
I know that's hard to swallow man
That must be Strep (Damn)
If that ain't the case
I'm on your chin like Cleft (Right there!)
Damn ORL B, WOO! Let that breathe (Let it)
Spittin with them hands cause talk is cheap (Broke)
How you got them hands like you the chief?
Cause I'm so so def like Jermaine Dupree (What?)
Silent with the flow, ORL B a Creek (Too quiet)
Crème de le crop, ORL B unique (Like that)
Schoolin y'all thoughts, ORL B the dean (Learn something)
And I'm here to inspire ppl that's a moving speech
Ugh
And so it goes...
ORL B with the flow
ORL B with the flow
Both Hands lookin like Sunday Rain.
Uh...
And so it goes...
ORL B with the flow
ORL B with the flow
Both Hands lookin like Sunday Rain.
Damn boy I'm hot like cooked up grease (Hot!)
And I got the sauce, chef BoyarDee (Drippin)
So you don't want the beef like a Vegan Freak (Nuh uh)
Cause I'll Eat the whole thang like I'm obese (Nom Nom Nom)
Some Food for thought raps just to give ya a piece (Here ya go!)
Keep it too real, gotta keep it P
There's layers to this shit so dont hold it down
Go round, tryna gas me up like p-p-please
I'm quiet when I move, man I'm too discreet (Shhh!)
I brush the haters off man I'm way too clean (Like that!)
Compared to me, y'all hearing can't compete (Nuh uh)
Cause this Fly CODA go hard like concrete (Damn!)
And my word is bond like it's out on the street (Free!)
I'm all about this bread like it's all honey wheat (Taste good!)
I back it up with visuals like exhibit B (Like That!)
Quick draw McGraw, my hands a masterpiece
(Uh!)
And so it goes...
ORL B with the flow
ORL B with the flow
Both hands lookin like Sunday Rain
Uh...
And so it goes...
ORL B with the flow
ORL B with the flow
Both hands lookin like Sunday Rain
And I'm feeling like royalty, my hands are majestic (Like that!)
All my signs sync'd up it's lookin symmetric (Clockwork)
Watch my plans come together like they're magnetic (Damn!)
I just watch what I say like I study phonetics (Woo!)
They wonder how I'm cute, I just say it's genetics (Muah!)
Im nice with my signs man I'm feeling poetic (Shucks!)
Real with my emotion cause I'm always authentic (Real!)
While they out here cappin they actin prosthetic (Cappin!)
I can see them spit the fake shit it's lookin synthetic (It's Fake!)
And If you're hatin on me, that's a lil pathetic (What?)
You know you're a lil Jealous cause I'm way more kinetic (Way More!)
Thinkin you can match up just like it's tennis (This Aint A Game!)
Love keeps me movin boy, that's how I set it (Yeah)
I don't hear your bullshit so it must be my deafness (What You Say?)
They ask me what my value is and I say it's numeric (Cha-Ching!)
They say Orl where ya going? Man I gotta go get it
Uh...
And so it goes...
ORL B with the flow
ORL B with the flow
Both hands lookin like Sunday rain
Uh...
And so it goes...
ORL B with the flow
ORL B with the flow
Both hands lookin like Sunday rain
One of a kind CODA bumpin out yo speakers (CODA!)
Handsome and smart so you know I'm a keeper (Yeah!)
My hands come alive, you can see that they eager (You See them)
I'm tryna change the game
You should see how I treat her (Check It Out!)
She say that I'm different and I look like a leader (Facts!)
I'm killing this beat so I look like a reaper (Damn!)
She said that I'm dramatic like I trained in theater (Oh Lord)
And I'm reaching hard like I swam a hundred meters (Woo!)
But either way I keep it movin just like a seizure (Damn!)
You can't handle heat you like a broken breaker
Walkin 'round projectin like a 90's teacher (Woo!)
Know your worth king like your name is Caesar (Know Your Worth)
I can do it without you, I don't need no feature (Nope)
After this bar ima need a breather (Ahhh)
Hot and ill like I'm spittin a fever
While your flow too cold, yo ass need a heater
Haha...



Credits
Writer(s): Nicar Bocalan, Orel Barajas
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