Truck North

Truck North - Rain Maker lyrics

rate me

Yeah, tree top house so I’m bird’s eye view

When them dubs start to cry

The eagle has landed hoe this ain’t the last ride

There’s no sunshine when worlds collide

I just decided, with the time I have provided, on the planet

To be the best at it, god damn it

No reply, when I look to the sky

So I gotta go to war alone when it’s time to die

Back to the win, cup full of Hen

Big booty girls got my mind on spin

Bj tell me keep your mind on wins

Cause it seems the more you right the more the hurts start to fade

Fair enough, but how I see it bud, ain’t no motherfucking hurt

I’m in the race with myself, it’s hard to place the blame when the barrel has your name

Lifetime of shame, for 4 minutes of fame

When it pours cats and dogs, down to the gutter where all of them reds crawl

Where the biggest deal really don’t mean nothing

Sometimes that the rot you get stuck in

I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands

Even if he’s wrong, than one who comes up like an angel

And does nothing but it steps

Final frontier so I pour a little liquor for the ones who ain’t here

The ones I hold dead in my heart who ain’t fair

This what it is when you way past tears

I’ve just decided with the time I have provided on the the planet

To fly high and say fuck landing

But that height takes a little more planning

Cause once you leave the atmosphere then your ass stranded

Back to earth in a flash, I just got a quick call busting fast cash

And slave to my past, so I suffer the lash

I’m a sucker for punsihment, I pray it ends fast

And althought it never does, hope it never hurts but it still feels wrong

Like cursing in the church,

Mama always said that it could be worse

But that’s a more glass half fullshit, fuck that bullshit

Superstition getting in my own way again

Bad scam got me sitting in the damn can

Bad luck got me itching for an exit plan

So I ain’t waiting in line like I’m the next man

Enough folks to hang myself plus the extra news

The eggs hatch when the chickens come home to roost

To putting head to proof, so I toss my dreams in a backpack

I’m jumping off the roof

They say the sins of the father fall upon the son

So the next chapter I write could be my last one

Heads up, niggas bout to catch a bad one

And I’m swinging on you niggas till my time’s done.

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