Petrichor/Smell of the Rain

Fuck numbers, it's a 6 letter bill, twenty
Spike the drink with fucking fentanyl, henny
Fuck Starbucks pumpkin spice cuz lethal injection is a mofucking better fill, venti
Fuck numbers, it's a 6 letter bill, twenty
Spike the drink with fucking fentanyl, henny
Fuck Starbucks pumpkin spice cuz lethal injection is a mofucking better fill, venti
Step outside, feel the air after it rains
That's my childhood, you can smell my pain
Hands on my head and I'm going insane
Getting flashbacks every time I smell the rain
Getting flashbacks every time I smell the petrichor
House built in the 40s, but it's a type of better poor
Always had dreams of being a ruler like Eleanor
But those are out the window and I don't know what I'm headed for

Oh, wouldn't you know it, Renz is making another song about nostalgia
Just listen to me

Jumping in puddles, rain water in the streets
Come back inside, put my head in my sheets
Felt down for no reason, tried to get some sleep
And I could still smell the rain, through my window it secretes
I been feeling this my whole life, but I couldn't tell
What was going on, I didn't know my mind was unwell
As long as I am living in this time, I'm in hell
But at least I'll always have that petrichor smell
Sleek rain jacket, put it on, lace my shoes up
1AM, I don't know what I'm doing up
Quiet, listen to the rain pound on the rooftop
And that's all that really was, back when living wasn't too much
Grey skies, bad omen, but to me that was everything
Hard rain on my skin, it's a type of bittersweet sting
Wind in the trees, blow the water out with a fling
No one seems to remember, guess it's just a certain thing
Feel the wet leaves
Water falling from the trees
No matter what, you won't see
What this time meant to me
Want my childhood back
All I can do is axe hack
Guess it's time to hit the sack
Cuz I give up, this shit's wack
Living as a young adult
Wanna be a young child
Every group feels like a cult
Can't find real people while
I'm walking down the wet streets
Street lamp reflections
Head down in the pitch night
And not to mention
I started this shit having fun, now I'm in the past
Going back to back to what, now I'm going back
Petrichor still in the air, thought it wouldn't last
It's a mix of the smell and the meaning that it has
I started this shit having fun, now I'm in the past
Going back to back to what, now I'm going back
Petrichor still in the air, thought it wouldn't last
It's a mix of the smell and the meaning that it has