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Rain Drops Video (MV)




Performed By: Art Morera
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Arthur Morera




Art Morera - Rain Drops Lyrics




Intimidated and threatened face expressions
Whenever my name is mentioned
Up front It's how I make a statement
It's also my favorite payment method
Adrenaline exits the body, pain sets in that you never wanted
Looking at your reputation with a stain left on it
Heavy as the head that wears a crown on top
It gets lighter with the more gems you're down to drop
I must traverse to travel through a verse
Inadvertently chatted with Lucifer
He said I know what it feels like to be slighted
Lying to you if I said I didn't relate in the slightest
Your girl just gave me her addy, homie, I'm slidin
She ain't think about what side she on when I'm inside her
There's a gap between us and it's only getting wider
Please keep thinking my scale progression was minor
Clothing bearin' my name, now it's designer
Pocket full of cash, a list of names and a lighter

Yeah, yeah
Raindrops on my van roof, it's my little place on the earth
Inside of it, I feel safer, try to tell you my life story

Scratchin' off names, one by one
I don't expect you to understand where I'm comin' from
Unless you've done what I done
Son of a gun, another cold front when the summer begun
A joke what I said they were gonna become, but it wasn't too funny to them
You hear the rasp of my laughter, voice box gettin' scratchier
F*ckin' rappers, anything I do, you just copy it after
Why should I stop bein' mad for? On my knees askin', God I need answers
Look at you dead in your eye when I ask if you got any last words
Entitled, to my credit, like the end titles
There's a difference between kin and rivals, it's a thin line though
Guess we'll find out whenever I go
Worlds collide like kaleidoscopes
When I die, I'll leave behind a map to Midas' gold
If you don't see me postin', I'm somewhere posted for real, campin'
You holding this L, half dead like you ghost in a shell
Y'all movin' slow as a snail
Day that I lose, I'll be frozen in hell
Y'all freight hoppin', on my train of thought til the day that I go off the rails
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Intimidated and threatened face expressions
Whenever my name is mentioned
Up front It's how I make a statement
It's also my favorite payment method
Adrenaline exits the body, pain sets in that you never wanted
Looking at your reputation with a stain left on it
Heavy as the head that wears a crown on top
It gets lighter with the more gems you're down to drop
I must traverse to travel through a verse
Inadvertently chatted with Lucifer
He said I know what it feels like to be slighted
Lying to you if I said I didn't relate in the slightest
Your girl just gave me her addy, homie, I'm slidin
She ain't think about what side she on when I'm inside her
There's a gap between us and it's only getting wider
Please keep thinking my scale progression was minor
Clothing bearin' my name, now it's designer
Pocket full of cash, a list of names and a lighter

Yeah, yeah
Raindrops on my van roof, it's my little place on the earth
Inside of it, I feel safer, try to tell you my life story

Scratchin' off names, one by one
I don't expect you to understand where I'm comin' from
Unless you've done what I done
Son of a gun, another cold front when the summer begun
A joke what I said they were gonna become, but it wasn't too funny to them
You hear the rasp of my laughter, voice box gettin' scratchier
F*ckin' rappers, anything I do, you just copy it after
Why should I stop bein' mad for? On my knees askin', God I need answers
Look at you dead in your eye when I ask if you got any last words
Entitled, to my credit, like the end titles
There's a difference between kin and rivals, it's a thin line though
Guess we'll find out whenever I go
Worlds collide like kaleidoscopes
When I die, I'll leave behind a map to Midas' gold
If you don't see me postin', I'm somewhere posted for real, campin'
You holding this L, half dead like you ghost in a shell
Y'all movin' slow as a snail
Day that I lose, I'll be frozen in hell
Y'all freight hoppin', on my train of thought til the day that I go off the rails
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Writer: Arthur Morera
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