paroles de chanson Remember the Rain - Napoleon Da Legend feat. LongLivePhoenix

Peace to the gods
And goddesses
And the angels in the audience
Watch me perform again, look

Water seeping through the window
Still, feel the draft whenever the wind blow
No extendo
Just duck hunt on Super Nintendo
Only crescendo

Aunt talking, spilling the info
All that tea turn to coffee
I ain't really comprehend though
Broke the blinds checking who at the door
Go let them in bro

Just a youth looking at uncle Luke
Like Carl Winslow
They ain't all Grandpa kids
But they all Grandma ribs

Ten cousins, one crib
You would think that's where we live though
Having hope still
Cereal and oatmeal
Never saw my cousin pops

He probably on that dope still
And i know he never bothered with you
I don't mind sharing my father with you
Call up AntLive he resolve the issue
You was fresh, i wasn't fly enough

And fuck clothes
This weed we got off of Schaefer
It kept me high enough
Ask grandma to buy us food
So we could buy a dutch

Nigga we was buying smoke
Instead of buying lunch
And that's why we probably skinny now
Air force ones they supposed to be white

But mines was shitty brown
Chinese food we used to split it down
You know the rules
We still got three seconds after it hit the ground
Remember that

You dread the phone call when god call a friend back home
Compartmentalizing pain often we don't address that homes nah
We just be weathering the storm, the mental health is fragile
Zombie like walking around numb death is really gradual

Surviving with odds stacked against you is nothing less than magical
Trusted my gut now I'm passing through, customs international
Friends who used to laugh at you
All the sudden wanna meet for drinks
You had a brain on top on your shoulders

So why did you use your feet to think
The rainy days build character, like urban center in America
Exploited by the system, feeling useless like a Senator
I put in all in music, and grabbed the bags like a treasurer
Jealousy rises when you make it

You gotta constantly check the temperature
Sour friendships can be the end of ya, living while the seasons change
Got a flood of bad news lately carry buckets to receive the rain
Resentments that holding on to could put a hold on you

But when you move on and channel that pain it looks like gold on you
Things you didn't appreciate in the past start to grow on you
That umbrella can be too brittle when they drop that load on you
Disrupted harmony with melancholy in the passager seats

When sadness heavy making it to the next day is a miraculous feat
Gotta pat myself on the back or else who else gonna do it for me
Motherfuckers getting exposed daily, we already knew was corny

And when it's stormy we show resilience camouflaging like Chameleon
Surviving thru catastrophic events to one day holding millions