paroles de chanson Light Rain - Kane Smego

Living in the city where there's barely such thing as a light rain
Surrounded by the drought we all hope we're flooded with nice things
Steady treading water in the pot trying to blow up
Bills stacked up in the spot getting tore up
And I ain't got an Apple watch yet but I'm right on time

Swing low chariot, carry me like vapor
Back home where I got my name up in the paper
One-man show, got the theater packed out
Head back West Coast, pull my ego back down
'Cause I'm just another speck beneath Saturn and Mars
Taco shop 'round the corner, that's the Saturday spot
Can't please me with the BBQ as bad as they try
Southern boi, that's just part of my anatomy dawg
I can't lie, ain't quite, yet a West Coast artist
Feel like I've still got some debts owed, charge em
To my tab with them Southern-Southern bred folk that taught me
How to blow the dust out of a Nintendo cartridge
When life starts skipping, just go harder
Dress code shining like fresh coat a varnish
Got a fresh suit of armor getting pressed on the corner
Look my best when I slide out to the left, James Harden

Living in the city where there's barely such thing as a light rain
Surrounded by the drought we all hope we're flooded with nice things
Steady treading water in the pot trying to blow up
Bills stacked up in the spot getting tore up
And I ain't got an Apple watch yet but I'm right on time

First of the month, grown man I pay the bill up
Hump day, gotta roll up like armadillo
Friday the 13th, I'm a straight killa
I kick it on the 1 and the 3 like J Dilla
Hitting on the 2 and the 4, that's 24, 7 days
52 weeks, 50 lev'n technniques that I freak
When the instrumental drop, cock the dental glock
Pull my teeth back let the heat flash, menopause
I never pause with clever bars, I levitate
Gleamin' in the limelight, Demons in my hindsight
Listen to completion we not in need of a sound byte
Klondike frigid, fuck the white picket fences
Apartment with a view, let me pose for the pictures
Southern boy shine, give ya folk blurred vision
When I float through the kitchen with a Boberry biscuit
A gallon fulla reasons that I'm dope and it's spilling

Living in the city where there's barely such thing as a light rain
Surrounded by the drought we all hope we're flooded with nice things
Steady treading water in the pot trying to blow up
Bills stacked up in the spot getting tore up
And I ain't got an Apple watch yet but I'm right on time

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Come on back...

Feel like I'm the greatest, finna take the King's spot
Salty hatas look like gravity witnessing wings fly
Pinch my nerves 'cause I still remember the things I
Did to make this happen, rhythms scribbled on napkins
Windows riddled with cracks that seemed to mirror my passions
My voice falling silent as single tears on a casket
And cats could keep rhyming bout riches and cash money
What you know about a dream till your spittin for gas money?
Packing all your shit in the back of a Honda civic
Breaking speed limits, trunk fulla team spirit so much that
I need clearance, I be the sound of Durham, my speakers
Ride with the Bull, I've got stirrups on my sneakers
The whip's Green Bertha she's a thoroughbred to me 'cause
I'm a 85 assassin she's a 01 classic, went
Cackalack to Cali not a stumble in her gallop
Backseat fulla albums, gas tank fulla talent
Road blocks couldn't stop me, go right on trying
My clock ain't working but I'm right on time

Living in the city where there's barely such thing as a light rain
Surrounded by the drought we all hope we're flooded with nice things
Steady treading water in the pot trying to blow up
Bills stacked up in the spot getting tore up
And I ain't got an Apple watch yet but I'm right on time