Jeremiah Stokes - Rain Go Away Lyrics

Lemme get these feelings off right quick
Yo
These black chucks have been the sole pair of soles
That I've seen in a couple weeks
Head hangin' in defeat
Baby boy, you just a geek with some bars
Why you hangin' in the streets?
Must've forgot it wasn't sweet
He was only tryna eat
Because I'm really bad at keeping a job
I coulda got the band together for Chreece
This pandemic in the way but in a way, I been defeating the odds
Moving masons that's been feeding the streets
Keep it discreet, birds and the bees
Build and destroying my reputation
Days before, I had to speak to police
They tryna kill my name
Allegations came with my rise to the summit
But sum it up, I don't want that type of fame cuz it's
Trouble on the brain, big dawg
More pain than a window
While I bang instrumentals on the way
It's just me and the paper
Alternate to pen or pencil
Chase the paper, never make the paper wait
I'ont need to speak in riddles
If it's issues, I can hit you
I don't feel the need to diss you anyway
She don't give no fuck about me
She in love with my potential, not the soul
So of course, I'm gettin' played
Make the rain go away
Now I'm feeling stuck
Running still on this treadmill
Thought the raps would bring my niggas back
But they dead still
And why the hell I'm in my head still
Why the fuck we haven't found no
Ways to make no bread still
Stale moves, loafin' around
The whole world finna crumble
When it burn to the ground
So I propose a toast
To all of those who haven't overdosed
Who evidently overflow with the aura of Holy Ghost
But don't go to church 'cuz we too chicken shit
Devilish deeds, we'll probably have you burnt to crisp for it
And As Above, So Below my last words
'Fore I plunge into the pitch black abyss
Ain't that bout a bitch?
Like it's always bout a bitch
Who ain't love you anyway
'Cuz she's everybody bitch, ha
These Indianimals crossing me on some slick shit
Burning sage with my villagers in a stick shift
Trouble on the brain, big dawg
More pain than a window
While I bang instrumentals on the way
It's just me and the paper
Alternate to pen or pencil
Chase the paper, never make the paper wait
I'ont need to speak in riddles
If it's issues, I can hit you
I don't feel the need to diss you anyway
She don't give no fuck about me
She in love with my potential, not the soul
So of course, I'm gettin' played
Make the rain go away
How you make the pain go away
Same way you make the rain go away
Nigga, patience
Rain go away
Same way you make the pain go away
Dawg, patience
How you make the pain go away
Same way you make the rain go away
Patience
Pain go away, man
Rain go away
Patience
How you make the pain go away
Same way you make the
How you make the pain go away
Same way you make the rain go away
Dawg, patience

Lemme get these feelings off right quick
Yo
These black chucks have been the sole pair of soles
That I've seen in a couple weeks
Head hangin' in defeat
Baby boy, you just a geek with some bars
Why you hangin' in the streets?
Must've forgot it wasn't sweet
He was only tryna eat
Because I'm really bad at keeping a job
I coulda got the band together for Chreece
This pandemic in the way but in a way, I been defeating the odds
Moving masons that's been feeding the streets
Keep it discreet, birds and the bees
Build and destroying my reputation
Days before, I had to speak to police
They tryna kill my name
Allegations came with my rise to the summit
But sum it up, I don't want that type of fame cuz it's
Trouble on the brain, big dawg
More pain than a window
While I bang instrumentals on the way
It's just me and the paper
Alternate to pen or pencil
Chase the paper, never make the paper wait
I'ont need to speak in riddles
If it's issues, I can hit you
I don't feel the need to diss you anyway
She don't give no fuck about me
She in love with my potential, not the soul
So of course, I'm gettin' played
Make the rain go away
Now I'm feeling stuck
Running still on this treadmill
Thought the raps would bring my niggas back
But they dead still
And why the hell I'm in my head still
Why the fuck we haven't found no
Ways to make no bread still
Stale moves, loafin' around
The whole world finna crumble
When it burn to the ground
So I propose a toast
To all of those who haven't overdosed
Who evidently overflow with the aura of Holy Ghost
But don't go to church 'cuz we too chicken shit
Devilish deeds, we'll probably have you burnt to crisp for it
And As Above, So Below my last words
'Fore I plunge into the pitch black abyss
Ain't that bout a bitch?
Like it's always bout a bitch
Who ain't love you anyway
'Cuz she's everybody bitch, ha
These Indianimals crossing me on some slick shit
Burning sage with my villagers in a stick shift
Trouble on the brain, big dawg
More pain than a window
While I bang instrumentals on the way
It's just me and the paper
Alternate to pen or pencil
Chase the paper, never make the paper wait
I'ont need to speak in riddles
If it's issues, I can hit you
I don't feel the need to diss you anyway
She don't give no fuck about me
She in love with my potential, not the soul
So of course, I'm gettin' played
Make the rain go away
How you make the pain go away
Same way you make the rain go away
Nigga, patience
Rain go away
Same way you make the pain go away
Dawg, patience
How you make the pain go away
Same way you make the rain go away
Patience
Pain go away, man
Rain go away
Patience
How you make the pain go away
Same way you make the
How you make the pain go away
Same way you make the rain go away
Dawg, patience