Songtexte When It Rains, It Pours - IJ

Hit my nephew on that FaceTime
I been in tha stu more than my crib-
10,000 hours spilling guts up on these basslines
I wonder if it's too much
Under hoods like Klu Klux
I recognize my demons, I leave em leaking, I put my dukes up
I face mine, like "right, left"
One time, like Wyclef
The Homies lookin' sus, why the fuck you think I left?
Just ask my ex'- I put my time in this
Your life been still, that's why you idol this
But still hate on all my moves, they don't wanna see win
They want me to bomb, crash & burn on some isis shit
I'm tryna own my songs, get cash, earn on some tidal shit
But keep it personal, why you think I titled this: Self Portrait
My life in my motion, imma be the one to score it
Turnin tragedy I'm Agathon, I get lost in all I wrote in
Each & every line I sink and I escape when I finish the rhyme
A weight lifted like every time
I give you my heart in every line

I let it pour (uh)
I let it rain (yeah)
I let it pour (uh)
I let it rain (yeah)
Another fucking metaphor, for all this pain
Another fucking metaphor, for all this pain

Told my baby mama that it ain't mine
Like really is this real
Really what's the deal
I'm sick of all the lies
I thought of my daughter to be
I was father to be
I planned on stopping to rap
Cleaning my act, rollin up my sleeves
And pick up a 9-5 so I could provide & my kid could eat
Shit I prayed to god that I would survive & stay on my feet
So I could play it right & play a part in the life of my seed
You bring the good out of me & apart we would never be
But then the thoughts would creep
No evidence no receipts that you got rid of it
I asked you, you was hesitant, yeah it was evident
Not sure if she was alive, real or if she was heaven sent
But ever since that night her memory took residence
With skeletons in my closet
Turned elephants in the room
To be honest man I called it
They always talk, It's what they do
Man I'm tired...
Telling my stories like it's there's
Put out my dirt, they look at my dirty, I can see in they stares
They out to get me, hidin' behind burners, I know that they scared
Cuhz they know I'm bouta to blow, I can feel in the air
You can talk all you want, I really don't fucking care
I know the truth, I am truth even when the truth hardest to bare

I let it pour (uh)
I let it rain (yeah)
I let it pour (uh)
I let it rain (yeah)
Another fucking metaphor, for all this pain
Another fucking metaphor, for all this pain

No I can't take it no more
I got to change my ways
I gotta switch it up before I go and blow my-
I'd hate to pick up all these pieces of the floor again
I daily pick apart my brain until I go insane

(Every single day, I'm just standing the storm
Let it all pour, I'm just standing in the rain)