rain

4 a.m
Choosin' up outside the club at 4 a.m
You should go with him
It's a different game
Baby girl, we in Hollywood, this ain't Mary Lane
Smoking Mary Jane to ease the pain

Fucking 'round with lames
I must be a clown, you smiling in my face
You're playing in my face
You looking for another sign, I'm on your for you page

And, I can't stop the rain from coming
Tequila flowing (Tequila)
My music bumping, but
I can't stop the rain
Babe, tell me something
'Cause you've been bluffing
And, I've been doing the same

Yeah, wish I had all the receipts to get my time back
Yeah, you caught you a platinum, bitch, like how you find that?
Yeah, make me feel so fucking stupid, where yo' mind at?
Girl, I can't (girl, I can't)

So I'm back to the road (yeah)
Twin still hitting my phone, yeah
We stick to the code
You a demon, baby
Give a fuck what they say (say)
We just woke up in BAPE (in BAPE)

Rick Owen hoodie for my baby headtop
Ride that bitch by her braids (her braids)
He never come outside when the lights out
We done scared him straight (straight)

Still can't stop that rain (can't stop that)
Still can't stop that rain (can't stop that)
Still can't stop that rain (can't stop that)
I wanna pop that ho (pop that ho)
Fuck around, rinse my bank

Mm, yeah, my money the same
This bitch still the same, still fucking a lame (what?)
He's rocking my shit
I gave him a pass, but just for today

If I give you my hand (give you my hand)
Do you promise to stay? (Stay)
I left bread in your room (in your room)
That shit's just for today (today)

And, I can't stop the rain from coming
Tequila flowing
My music bumping, but
I can't stop the rain
Babe, tell me something
'Cause you've been bluffing
And, I've been doing the same

Yeah, wish I had all the receipts to get my time back
Yeah, you caught you a platinum, bitch, like how you find that?
Make me feel so fucking stupid, where yo' mind at?
Girl, I can't, I can't



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Brooks, Jake Moon Hogan
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