It Ain't Raining ft. Sapiano Lyrics

They say that is life one big L

I'd Put It On till I sold myself

A Devil's Reject I be expelled

Till I grow big to kill myself

Shame I'll only be get my sales

Capsize in oceans and whale

About what I sea is hell

All I see is peeps that fell

Tripping like LSD prevailed

Tryna get paper when I'm out my shell

Dumping I stay pumped just to excel

What a shame being cocky made me fail

To blow brains

I made an effort to change up my pace

Making hard attacks but faded

Feels like shit I did's in vein

Everytime someone hit play

I know they'll say my format's lame

And I should go track their wav

Feels like I'd collapse tryna gain

Their feedback, it's sounding faint

We've seen that art is paint

No brushing over what I'll lay

On the canvas and can't erase it

Behind the strokes I'm making

No one sees the mask I'm placing

It's why I'm

All I've heard is hurt

From the sheeple not the shepherds

Cuz they're on the lam with their work

Wool over their eyes for sure

Sheer force won't cut it

Why say it sharp for dullards

Who can't fathom getting dusted

And knowing you snapping like Thanos but nothing

Be coming up and they're saying that you're fronting

You can't back yourself up and gotta confront it

They love it, I had to say fuck it and dish out

The pain

Serf it like it's Putin getting to wait

At the table with nukes and he getting to spray

More red than communism ever could make

Or break

But fuck it, I'm laying

With a couple of rounds that are dumped in my brain

Hollow points is all I made

But my caliber is gone away

Getting triggered and I gotta pray

When they run up on me, I oughta stay

Composed I know Mozart fades

When they aren't face to face

When their problems lay their waste

They cause me to push off the blame

Onto others while I'm fazed

Life is art and art is pain

That's why the blues is all I lay

Not brush over the Bob Ross way

Nothing's accidental I play

The game no deviations made

Such a shame

I seen worst people get away

With throwing hooks while I refrain

Like choruses sang at their place

Got beef with their fall from graze

Get stoned like grass there ain't

A point to making lemonade

If the lemons expired today

Out of juice is the best thing

That could someone close to me can say

Can't get a rest if pigs stay

Putting down others like vets came

To insult me the most grave

Won't dig it, so as I gaze

Into the abyss I pray

That my cup runneth over take

A swig til it's half empty make it clear

Ain't pessemistic here

I'm realistic saying I hear

That the end is near