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(Metro!) Drop top in rain, this night feel insane I'm out dodgin' raindrops on road in this Range (Rain, rain) Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up, I can't aim Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this aim I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it It make you crash when you goin' through it Pill pop the pain (Yeah), this purple rain Do this again, hill, top skullin' (It's lit) You get chills, that's alright You sat down, not polite Out the field, in the wild Of my hill, this some vibe You come still with a smile I ain't feel in a while New AP, no Timex (Ayy, ayy) I'm right now and I'm next (Oh) Put the whole game on my neck (Ooh) I run it up, pills and chiropractor bills You shoulda charged bills Wherever I reside, it's quiet (Shh), private (Shh), silenced (Shh) But every time, 9 PM, it's high-pitched (Lit), 12 o'clock (Lit), riot Drop top in rain (Yeah), this night feel insane Letras de cancionesI'm out dodgin' raindrops on road in this Range (It's lit) Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up, I can't aim (Straight up) Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this aim (Ooh) I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it It make you crash when you goin' through it Pill pop the pain (Yeah), this purple rain Do this again, hill, top skullin' (It's lit) Way it kick back, got some recoil Had to run it back, made a sequel Way she did that, it can't be legal Now she feelin' hers, it's feelin' regal Snuck the whole bird in the seagull Dirty got me good, feelin' evil Dice game, drink in the daytime She turn off the music, give me headlines Put it in their name, they're dodgin' fed time Stash it in they face, somewhere they can't find I'm wrappin' up the grill with the Grape Vines Don't care 'bout what you heard through the grapevine I'ma be the man, but I'm the mankind You might feel insane but I'm insaner Drop top in rain, this night feel insane I'm out dodgin' raindrops on road in this Range (Rain, rain) Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up, I can't aim Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this aim (Skrrt) I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it It make you crash when you goin' through it Pill pop the pain (Yeah), this purple rain Do this again, hill, top skullin' (It's lit) (Metro) From Letras Mania