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Artiste : Mac Miller
Titre : Rain
[Vince Staples]
Take your time, when talkin´ to a nigga I don´t waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come

Sick of hearin´ cases from these niggas who ain´t face none
But I´ma be the nigga that they feelin´ when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his ma´fuckin´ face
What´s fate when a person don´t deserve what he get?
Shootin´ reckless at the father, almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain´t embarrassed, where I´m livin´ we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless ´cause my momma made me part of the guild

Deals made, sellin´ thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he´ll be missin´ for years
And them funerals was usual, ain´t sheddin´ no tears
Knew the fallen had it better off than most of us did
´Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven´s gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

[Mac Miller]
Yeah
Oh-woah-oh

Oh-woah-oh-oh, yeah
Yeah, um

[Mac Miller]
I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley´s
That´s a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober, I can´t deal, I´m in the corner with my head low
Runnin´ from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that´s within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin´ out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on a tile floor

My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I could just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
When I´m gone, sorry, I don´t leave a note, yo

[ Mac Miller]
Woah-oh-oh
Yeah
And this pain, and this pain
And this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain
This rain, this rain, woah-woah-woah-oh-oh
Yeah
Oh-woah-oh, yeah

Yeah, 9th Wonder