Rain Delay Lyrics - Return To The Winner's Circle - Curren$y

[Verse 1: Curren$y] 

Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers 

To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out 

N Red got back his beach cruiser 

I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay 

This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray 

My eyes and my windows open halfway 

I'm livin in a matinee early 

See me tho fashionably late and you nervous 

Mad outta place 

You pretendin to be comfortable its showin on yo face 

And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake 

And theyll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate 

Fall in like rain 

Befriended and betrayed 

All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs 

And it was all good jus a week ago 

Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up 

When you shoulda been on yo toes 

Stay high 

Kill em wit the flow 

These new, fresha than yo easter clothers 

I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own 

So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes 

Might pick my hair til its Puffy, no Combs 

Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone 

Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in 

It goes down like nails if you frail 

Jet fuel 

Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube 

Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food 

Alan from the sky foo 

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[Verse 2: Curren$y] 

8: 50 

Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers 

Mother natures cryin 

Harmonizin 

Homiide ridin on these tracks 

Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky 

Them niggas was lunchin 

Slippin 

Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga!" 

My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga 

This here is a digital track 

(w)rap on these bitches 

On computers like laptop stickas 

Light pressure on these suckas means its drizzlin 

Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin 

High velocity 

Im high off broccoli 

In Cali wit a license, got plants on property 

Watchin me 

Tryna copy me 

Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me" 

But the clothes dont make the man, a man made them pants 

His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land 

Ain't that grand? 

I got pounds of weed and a plan 

To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin... 

Ah man 

Bad weather 

And that shelter won't help ya 

Sink, swim or swelter 

Temperature risin, so is the water level 

Where is u niggas hidin 

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