There is nothing like the rain. Time goes by. There is nothing like the rain. Time goes by. . There is nothing like the rain. Time goes by. There is nothing like the rain.
To those of y'all about to get down. Check the evolution in sound. Kick the city, wax masochistic. Think solid brown makes crowns turn around. . To those of y'all about to jump ship.
Kept back by the deeper rumblin's in my breast. Bad vibes puttin' mad pressure on my chest. Fly time is a rhythm clockin' exocet. Mad lines from a stranger you've already met.