BISHOP LAMONT - Rain lyrics

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One, two, three, four, waiting for the rain living in the hallway no perfection

I think I’ve gone insane, let is on the walking free direction

It’s Friday night, I’m just sitting at home in the zone with the TV on

Looking at Beyonce with some sexy shit on,

Thinkin Jay better be hitting that shit right home

Woo, nigger I would, phone ringin, interrupt me from my dream

It’s my nigga Naseem, only other in like

Dude, what you do? It’s your b-day nigga, we got party in the studio

Nah, I’m a chill in the crib, take it slow, bust a bitch here

It really ain’t no where to go

Hell no, you remember them bitches from the show?

No, two bad bitches that I’m at the club dancing

Call me up, talking about some party at the mansion

Hommie, you’ swingin, I ain’t tripping off that

Well *nigga* I am, the white bitch ass was fat, fuck that

We rolling, be there in 30, Holla back

Waiting for the rain, living in the hallway no perfection

I think I’ve gone insane, let is on the walking free direction

I hear horn beepers, last seen me in the driveway

And the voices saying Bishop don’t go stay

I brushed it off, hop in, … drove away

The slime’s open shit but the feeling won’t go away

It’s like I’m heavy in the cloud of dread

I’m lifeless now I’m like I’m already dead

I turn the music up … with the bitches’ back

Yeah, they pretty felling giddy-up for purple cush sack(?)

40 minutes later I’m like what the fuck me up?

Out in the middle with nowhere the roses pitch black

Finally we pass to some creepy ass … saw wandering hills to a … state

I rave the sign(?) not to pack but it’s popping

Had a few drinks bitch is already jacking

Mac the cute freak is going down for sure

And the music go out they pull out a Quija board what the fuck ?

Waiting for the rain, living in the hallway no perfection

I think I’ve gone insane, let is on the walking free direction

Yeah that is weird shit, I just sit back and watch

They said they tryin to sum it Kurt Kobain and Tupac

I ain’t with that second shit this is it where it starts

Grab the keys now I’m seeing niggas back to the block

Baby right now, don’t freak this is a game, we did it last time

It’s the same old thing

Grab me by the arm, put me on the couch

Got that feeling like …you need to get out

While I think another drink even here some weed

Watch their hands cause … start to … slowly

They ask who with the slag toys V

… and C, we got … I don’t believe what I see

The stars moving fast to spells you M.O.B.

They ask … then it’s just freeze

Flies of the port voice …. "Suge shot me"

They laugh and turn the lights up

But I don’t find it funny that shit was fucked up

I hop off my seed, I’m ready to leave

But my head starts swirling, my nose begins to bleed

I can’t stand I stagger, almost fall

My scene catch me walking to the bathroom down the hall

I … I pass out in the star, wake up

Blood on the fall, it’s on the walls, Glock in my hand, it’s a bloody ass scene

A body dead and my *nigga* Naseem,

Out the window flashing lights city sirens

Forget I grip the Glock, throwing out the open fire (Drop your weapon)

Waiting for the rain, living in the hallway no perfection

I think I’ve gone insane, let is on the walking free direction

Thanks to DaWa for correcting these lyrics

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