Dancing In the Rain

Look, it's six o'clock, I'm hoppin' out of the bed
Rain fallin', callin' ex but my phone line is dead
I guess my bills ain't paid
No ride to work for the day
Second option hop the bus but there's a traffic delay
My boss trippin' 'cause I'm runnin' late and ain't no excuse
When I'm about to be twenty-two without a whip I could swoop
Feel like I'm finna' shoot my own dome with chrome to escape
Zonin' out 'cause workin' workin' out ain't worth what I make

My lady callin', buggin', always fussin', just cause we ain't ballin'
But it's hard because her cousin is fuckin' rich
'Cause her husband's hustlin'
And I ain't fuckin touchin' nothin' but a mic
Five o'clock and off of work ready to go home and write
But I ain't got a buck to catch the bus, chillin' at the stop
Rain fallin' hard as ever and it's soakin' my socks

Fuck it, kick my kicks off and took off my jacket
Roll my jeans up, beat up and my headphones blastin'
Blazed some weed up and started laughin'
While I'm splashin' in puddles like
Mothafuck a struggle we dancin' in the rain

Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain
Just move yo' ass
Just move yo' ass (yeah)
Don't nobody wanna liberate the way to the pain
Just move yo' ass
Just move yo' ass

Sometimes I hate takin trips to the lab
Got my pen and pad, bookin' instrumentals in smash
Catch the bus regardless
Tryin' hard to be an artist
But my A&R be callin' me out my zone into his office
Bein' cautious 'cause he don't want my record to break
Askin' me how I think my projects progressin' and shit
I say cool but the truth is I'm stressin' a grip
'Cause it's hard to make music when this depression exists

They say use it as inspiration, the best of them did
But as the MC I can't handle this pressure for shit
And if you ask me stress is a bitch
My girl needs more attention
And my record label is desperate for hits
Now I'm pissed 'cause I'm gettin' out the zone again
Makes me start to dread when I see a microphone
This shit ain't supposed to be like that
I said I'll be right back
I left the office, got a phone and called my partner Jack

And I asked him, remind me why I'm rappin'?
And right before he answered I remembered my passion in the past
When I was scribblin' in my tablet to box out my mom and dads scrappin'
To help me when my grandmother passed
Plus the many times that I was homeless
And the times when I was broke
And this music made a way when I was hopeless
He told me to remember the rain, it'll diminish the pain
Then he told me not to ask him again 'cause I know

Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain (yeah)
Just move yo' ass
Just move yo' ass (yeah)
Don't nobody wanna liberate the way to the pain
Just move yo' ass
Just move yo' ass

Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain (yeah)
So just move yo' ass (yeah, uh)
Just move yo' ass
And don't nobody wanna liberate the way to the pain
So just move yo' ass
Just move yo' ass

Don't nobody wanna liberate the way to the pain
Just move yo' ass
Just move yo' ass (yeah, uh)

Don't nobody wanna
Don't nobody wanna
Don't nobody wanna
Dance slow in the rain (check it)
Don't nobody wanna (uh)
Body...

Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain
So just move yo' ass
Just move yo' ass (yeah, uh)
Don't nobody wanna liberate the way to the pain
So just move yo' ass
Just move yo ass