It Pours

I'm leaving your mother
Y'all didn't even
You didn't even know we were together

It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours

Mule kick to your kidneys
Driving down Judah bumping Gene Pitney
A town without pity
Bald head G with the mustache Gordon Liddy
Rocking ten dollar Walmart shoes
Digging the way your doublewide daughter moves
Calling my shot like Babe Ruth did
Because the truth is

It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours

If I live past thirty I'll be popping acid in skater clothes
And fuck a bitch from behind doing the Raven pose
Doctor Scott with the smooth operator flows
Salvador the Metaphor the prodigal creator tho
Sitting in the corner with a blunt bumping Sonic Youth
Bust a nut on her tooth, get more head than Dr. Ruth
Looking like John Popper in his heyday
Type of wood to get run over and scream payday
In life there are losers and winners
If you want to be the latter don't fuck with The Winters
I roll another blunt for me and your main's dinner
And let your bitch inhale my dick like it's paint thinner
Whole lotta gang shit in 1987
Whole lotta people wishing death on Tyler Blevins
Lotta chicken sandwiches and nicotine with Tevin
Young Salvador take it to eleven

It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours
It pours
Ill rhymes coming out my pours



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Winter
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