Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you love me
But you'll never change
Four AM flows I'm on the night crawl
Tightroping in my mind's war
Hands together for peace
Well what's the time for?
I was up at two:zero two once preaching legacy
I fear my dreams might best me, night visions got my eyes sore
I guess my life is like my sleeping pattern
Non-existent and ridiculous habits, a couple panics
Anxiety, the wave coming rapid, I'm getting rabid
And there's no white noise on but all I hear is static
Sum of the last couple years inside the previous 8 bars
Nearly shut off my vision like I was Saul or Ray Charles
Every dog has their day, I greet mine with a game snarl
Ask yourself, which path did I take far?
The prodigal or prophetic?
I know perfection couldn't get it but my trauma has me feeling like I have to edit
Cutting corners like I'm tracing
Ignored the caution that I'll keep going in circles
Never replace the placement
A mind stuck in the basement, don't make progress, debates it
Change I walked into a turnstile, couldn't time and space it
Being obsessive progressive, not progressive as such
Careful your clutch on your words can then become your crutch
Gave me the ball and I just took a touch
Don't mind my eyes, word to Curry
I dunno if I'm woke or just sleep deprived
Many lost the way fam and so did I
Guess they thought I gave up when I sighed, tell 'em psyche
This a quest to raise the tribe, Amayah Rose with pride in her eyes
Get on the mic and be a dawg like Phife
This the ring, when I see em tell em Punk is here
Break the wall like Jericho, never know till I bricked the fears
Music been in shackles, I just blew the debris out your ears
Redeeming all the hand me down errors passed from previous eras
I'm endgame when I'm well with my soul
Till then the flow clicks like Thanos with Infinity Stones
It's four AM ain't nothing open except legs and hospital wards
Still my mind races into thoughts I still haven't explored
Dreams coming like movie scenes I ain't seen before
And nightmares that might air on a schedule
You tuned in, this that four AM spectacle
Audio edible
Probably why my listeners are still high
Take a toke, will I? Still I
Might've I've lost friends from personal issues that I've had nothing to do with
I am nobody's punching bag, never signed up to do this
Next time somebody say they love me
I'm telling 'em prove it
Like your money I'm hard to find
But I'm easy to lose
Ain't surprised by half the things that
I see in the news
Fake outrage that ain't something
I'm really into
Sticking out like a sore thumb
How I'm ducking these trends
In a world that's full of lies
And we speaking the truth
Truthfully it's cool to see how we making these hits
Told 'em I'm just trying to ball why you balling a fist
She see four of the same number tatted on her wrist
In the world but not of the world, look we prayed for this
Am I made for this? A question I had to insert
But I'm shelling all this shows as an introvert
If I'm coming in second, I put my people first
Grown up to always hope for the best but expect the worst
Cos these hands are made for work
Like pushing these keys or
Writing adjectives and verbs
Or maybe Auntie's gardening
It's funny how the softest hearts get hardened
Like La Di Da till they target him
Still it's pardon me for this part of him
Guess partly having opinions
Makes up the heart in him
He used to wear them proudly on his sleeve
It's funny how some things cease
When Z's mastering a masterpiece please
Whack rappers leave that music unreleased
And ask yourself just what type of artist you wanna be
Cos vacancies are limited
And I don't wanna be exhibited as explicit
I guess I gotta find my feet
I'm somebody with a point of view
Who's not afraid to say it
I won't go mainstream
Just so the radio can play me
I know your games
Had to put them on pause
I'm trying to see woke brothers
At every venue on the tour
As I said I
Make these beats to make your headbop
And I won't ever miss, my accuracy's like Deadshot
My arms crossed like Wakanda forever
T'Challa how I'm the King, put the crown on my headtop
And put respect on my name
Heard they talking about me
Still they scared to look in my face
If you ever had the thought that ZV the Flowchild couldn't spit
I behead you and put you back in your place
Like deers hanging over mantelpiece
Fragile content the way you see me handle these
Bro they thought it's Tour de France the way we handle bars
I got it way more than royalty in my DNA
Look PSA, PSA, PSA
I got too much baggage for TSA
They prolly scared imma blow up
Made this beat flying out to Amsterdam
Wrote these bars in Montego Bay
And both times I didn't roll up
But still I give you smoke
Unprovoked
I took a break now they takin' music for jokes
This is serious business, you should really take a note
Maybe post it on the gram and caption it with these quotes
I don't know
I swear going through life haters try and cut your wings
Bump that, nah we on to bigger things
So I tell 'em I devote my health
Just to know thy self
At four AM, when I write my note to self
Yeah
And you don't wanna get
Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you love me
But you'll never change
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Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you love me
But you'll never change
Four AM flows I'm on the night crawl
Tightroping in my mind's war
Hands together for peace
Well what's the time for?
I was up at two:zero two once preaching legacy
I fear my dreams might best me, night visions got my eyes sore
I guess my life is like my sleeping pattern
Non-existent and ridiculous habits, a couple panics
Anxiety, the wave coming rapid, I'm getting rabid
And there's no white noise on but all I hear is static
Sum of the last couple years inside the previous 8 bars
Nearly shut off my vision like I was Saul or Ray Charles
Every dog has their day, I greet mine with a game snarl
Ask yourself, which path did I take far?
The prodigal or prophetic?
I know perfection couldn't get it but my trauma has me feeling like I have to edit
Cutting corners like I'm tracing
Ignored the caution that I'll keep going in circles
Never replace the placement
A mind stuck in the basement, don't make progress, debates it
Change I walked into a turnstile, couldn't time and space it
Being obsessive progressive, not progressive as such
Careful your clutch on your words can then become your crutch
Gave me the ball and I just took a touch
Don't mind my eyes, word to Curry
I dunno if I'm woke or just sleep deprived
Many lost the way fam and so did I
Guess they thought I gave up when I sighed, tell 'em psyche
This a quest to raise the tribe, Amayah Rose with pride in her eyes
Get on the mic and be a dawg like Phife
This the ring, when I see em tell em Punk is here
Break the wall like Jericho, never know till I bricked the fears
Music been in shackles, I just blew the debris out your ears
Redeeming all the hand me down errors passed from previous eras
I'm endgame when I'm well with my soul
Till then the flow clicks like Thanos with Infinity Stones
It's four AM ain't nothing open except legs and hospital wards
Still my mind races into thoughts I still haven't explored
Dreams coming like movie scenes I ain't seen before
And nightmares that might air on a schedule
You tuned in, this that four AM spectacle
Audio edible
Probably why my listeners are still high
Take a toke, will I? Still I
Might've I've lost friends from personal issues that I've had nothing to do with
I am nobody's punching bag, never signed up to do this
Next time somebody say they love me
I'm telling 'em prove it
Like your money I'm hard to find
But I'm easy to lose
Ain't surprised by half the things that
I see in the news
Fake outrage that ain't something
I'm really into
Sticking out like a sore thumb
How I'm ducking these trends
In a world that's full of lies
And we speaking the truth
Truthfully it's cool to see how we making these hits
Told 'em I'm just trying to ball why you balling a fist
She see four of the same number tatted on her wrist
In the world but not of the world, look we prayed for this
Am I made for this? A question I had to insert
But I'm shelling all this shows as an introvert
If I'm coming in second, I put my people first
Grown up to always hope for the best but expect the worst
Cos these hands are made for work
Like pushing these keys or
Writing adjectives and verbs
Or maybe Auntie's gardening
It's funny how the softest hearts get hardened
Like La Di Da till they target him
Still it's pardon me for this part of him
Guess partly having opinions
Makes up the heart in him
He used to wear them proudly on his sleeve
It's funny how some things cease
When Z's mastering a masterpiece please
Whack rappers leave that music unreleased
And ask yourself just what type of artist you wanna be
Cos vacancies are limited
And I don't wanna be exhibited as explicit
I guess I gotta find my feet
I'm somebody with a point of view
Who's not afraid to say it
I won't go mainstream
Just so the radio can play me
I know your games
Had to put them on pause
I'm trying to see woke brothers
At every venue on the tour
As I said I
Make these beats to make your headbop
And I won't ever miss, my accuracy's like Deadshot
My arms crossed like Wakanda forever
T'Challa how I'm the King, put the crown on my headtop
And put respect on my name
Heard they talking about me
Still they scared to look in my face
If you ever had the thought that ZV the Flowchild couldn't spit
I behead you and put you back in your place
Like deers hanging over mantelpiece
Fragile content the way you see me handle these
Bro they thought it's Tour de France the way we handle bars
I got it way more than royalty in my DNA
Look PSA, PSA, PSA
I got too much baggage for TSA
They prolly scared imma blow up
Made this beat flying out to Amsterdam
Wrote these bars in Montego Bay
And both times I didn't roll up
But still I give you smoke
Unprovoked
I took a break now they takin' music for jokes
This is serious business, you should really take a note
Maybe post it on the gram and caption it with these quotes
I don't know
I swear going through life haters try and cut your wings
Bump that, nah we on to bigger things
So I tell 'em I devote my health
Just to know thy self
At four AM, when I write my note to self
Yeah
And you don't wanna get
Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you love me
But you'll never change
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you love me
But you'll never change
Four AM flows I'm on the night crawl
Tightroping in my mind's war
Hands together for peace
Well what's the time for?
I was up at two:zero two once preaching legacy
I fear my dreams might best me, night visions got my eyes sore
I guess my life is like my sleeping pattern
Non-existent and ridiculous habits, a couple panics
Anxiety, the wave coming rapid, I'm getting rabid
And there's no white noise on but all I hear is static
Sum of the last couple years inside the previous 8 bars
Nearly shut off my vision like I was Saul or Ray Charles
Every dog has their day, I greet mine with a game snarl
Ask yourself, which path did I take far?
The prodigal or prophetic?
I know perfection couldn't get it but my trauma has me feeling like I have to edit
Cutting corners like I'm tracing
Ignored the caution that I'll keep going in circles
Never replace the placement
A mind stuck in the basement, don't make progress, debates it
Change I walked into a turnstile, couldn't time and space it
Being obsessive progressive, not progressive as such
Careful your clutch on your words can then become your crutch
Gave me the ball and I just took a touch
Don't mind my eyes, word to Curry
I dunno if I'm woke or just sleep deprived
Many lost the way fam and so did I
Guess they thought I gave up when I sighed, tell 'em psyche
This a quest to raise the tribe, Amayah Rose with pride in her eyes
Get on the mic and be a dawg like Phife
This the ring, when I see em tell em Punk is here
Break the wall like Jericho, never know till I bricked the fears
Music been in shackles, I just blew the debris out your ears
Redeeming all the hand me down errors passed from previous eras
I'm endgame when I'm well with my soul
Till then the flow clicks like Thanos with Infinity Stones
It's four AM ain't nothing open except legs and hospital wards
Still my mind races into thoughts I still haven't explored
Dreams coming like movie scenes I ain't seen before
And nightmares that might air on a schedule
You tuned in, this that four AM spectacle
Audio edible
Probably why my listeners are still high
Take a toke, will I? Still I
Might've I've lost friends from personal issues that I've had nothing to do with
I am nobody's punching bag, never signed up to do this
Next time somebody say they love me
I'm telling 'em prove it
Like your money I'm hard to find
But I'm easy to lose
Ain't surprised by half the things that
I see in the news
Fake outrage that ain't something
I'm really into
Sticking out like a sore thumb
How I'm ducking these trends
In a world that's full of lies
And we speaking the truth
Truthfully it's cool to see how we making these hits
Told 'em I'm just trying to ball why you balling a fist
She see four of the same number tatted on her wrist
In the world but not of the world, look we prayed for this
Am I made for this? A question I had to insert
But I'm shelling all this shows as an introvert
If I'm coming in second, I put my people first
Grown up to always hope for the best but expect the worst
Cos these hands are made for work
Like pushing these keys or
Writing adjectives and verbs
Or maybe Auntie's gardening
It's funny how the softest hearts get hardened
Like La Di Da till they target him
Still it's pardon me for this part of him
Guess partly having opinions
Makes up the heart in him
He used to wear them proudly on his sleeve
It's funny how some things cease
When Z's mastering a masterpiece please
Whack rappers leave that music unreleased
And ask yourself just what type of artist you wanna be
Cos vacancies are limited
And I don't wanna be exhibited as explicit
I guess I gotta find my feet
I'm somebody with a point of view
Who's not afraid to say it
I won't go mainstream
Just so the radio can play me
I know your games
Had to put them on pause
I'm trying to see woke brothers
At every venue on the tour
As I said I
Make these beats to make your headbop
And I won't ever miss, my accuracy's like Deadshot
My arms crossed like Wakanda forever
T'Challa how I'm the King, put the crown on my headtop
And put respect on my name
Heard they talking about me
Still they scared to look in my face
If you ever had the thought that ZV the Flowchild couldn't spit
I behead you and put you back in your place
Like deers hanging over mantelpiece
Fragile content the way you see me handle these
Bro they thought it's Tour de France the way we handle bars
I got it way more than royalty in my DNA
Look PSA, PSA, PSA
I got too much baggage for TSA
They prolly scared imma blow up
Made this beat flying out to Amsterdam
Wrote these bars in Montego Bay
And both times I didn't roll up
But still I give you smoke
Unprovoked
I took a break now they takin' music for jokes
This is serious business, you should really take a note
Maybe post it on the gram and caption it with these quotes
I don't know
I swear going through life haters try and cut your wings
Bump that, nah we on to bigger things
So I tell 'em I devote my health
Just to know thy self
At four AM, when I write my note to self
Yeah
And you don't wanna get
Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you love me
But you'll never change
Writer: Gabriel Baho, Zak Sabuni
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid