Dancing In The Rain

Look, it's six o'clock, I'm hoppin' outta the bed

Rain fallin', callin' X, but my phone line's dead

I guess my bills ain't paid, no ride to work for the day

Second option, hop the bus, but there's a traffic delay

My boss trippin', ‘cause I'm runnin' late and ain't no excuse

When I'm about to be 22 without a whip I could swoop

Feel like I'm finna shoot my own dome with chrome to escape

Zonin' out ‘cause working-working out ain't worth what I make

My lady callin' buggin', always fussin'

Just because we ain't ballin'

But it's hard because her cousin's fuckin' rich

‘Cause her husband's hustlin'

And I ain't fuckin' touchin' nothin' but a mic

Five o'clock and off the work, ready to go home and write

But I ain't got a buck to catch the bus, chillin' at the stop

Rain fallin' hard as ever and it's soakin' my socks

Fuck it! Kicked my kicks off and took off my jacket

Rolled my jeans up, beat up, and my headphones blastin'

Blazed some weed up and started laughin'

While I'm splashin' in puddles

Like, "Mothafuck a struggle! We dancing in the rain."

Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain

Just move your ass, just move your ass

Don't nobody wanna liberate the weight of the pain

Just move your ass, just move your ass

Sometimes I hate taking trips to the lab

Got my pen and pad bookin' instrumentals in smash

Catch the bus regardless, trying hard to be an artist

But my A&R be callin' me out my zone into his office

Being cautious, ‘cause he don't want my record to brick

Asking me how I think my projects progressin' and shit

I said "Cool," but the truth is I'm stressin' to grip

‘Cause it's hard to make music when this depression exists

They say "Use it as inspiration; the best of them did."

Well, that's them, see, I can't handle this pressure for shit

And if you ask me, stress is a bitch

My gun needs more retention

And my record label's desperate for hits

Now I'm pissed, ‘cause I'm getting out the zone again

Makes me start to dread when I see a microphone and shit

It ain't supposed to be like that, I said I'll be right back

I left the office, got a phone, and called my partner Jac

And I asked him: "Remind me why I'm rappin'."

And right before he answered I remembered my passion

In the past, when I was scribblin' in my tablet

To box out my mom and dad scrappin'

To help me when my grandmother passed

Plus the many times when I was homeless

And the times when I was broke

And the music made a way when I was hopeless

He told me to remember the rain, it'll diminish the pain

And he told me not to ask him again, ‘cause I know

Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain

Just move your ass, just move your ass

Don't nobody wanna liberate the weight of the pain

Just move your ass, just move your ass

Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain

Just move your ass, just move your ass

Don't nobody wanna liberate the weight of the pain

Just move your ass, just move your ass

Don't nobody wanna liberate the weight of the pain

Just move your ass, just move your ass

Don't nobody wanna

Don't nobody wanna

Don't nobody wanna

Dance – slow – in the – rain

Don't nobody wanna

Don't nobody wanna

Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain

Just move your ass, just move your ass

Don't nobody wanna liberate the weight of the pain

Just move your ass, just move your ass