Mac Miller – Rain Lyrics


Rain Lyrics Mac Miller

Rain Lyrics


Rain Lyrics by Mac Miller (feat. Vince Staples)


(Ching, ching, ching, ching)

(Ching, ching, ching, ching)

Take your time
When talkin’ to a n****
I don’t waste none
Knock you off your feet
And then I flee before the Jakes come
Sick of hearin’ cases
From these n***** who ain’t face none
But I’ma be the n****
That they feelin’ when the day come

Thirsty for the pay
Young n***** led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother
In his muhfuckin’ face
What’s fate
When a person don’t deserve what he get?
Shootin’ reckless at the father
Almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit
That both the parents had did?
Ain’t embarrassed where I’m livin’
We get merit for kills
From a family of n*****
That was veteran skilled
Voted heartless
‘Cause my momma made me part of the guild

Deals made, sellin’ thrills
Paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river
He’ll be missin’ for years
And them funerals was usual
Ain’t sheddin’ no tears
Knew the fallen had it better off
Than most of us did
‘Cause shit, heaven knows
Heaven’s gates probably closed (Closed, closed, closed)
And these hoes in a race for the gold (Gold, gold, gold)
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate
Just the meals that we stole (Stole, stole, stole)

Yeah, ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ching, ching, ching, ching)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ching, ching, ching, ching)
Um, I spit that prayer hand emoji
That shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy
Nick Nolte in some Oakley’s
That’s a flex though
Cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can’t deal
I’m in the corner with my head low
Runnin’ from my shadow
Never-ending chase
Ease the pain
And the battle that’s within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney
The high heel depression
My temple feel the metal
Comin’ out the Smith & Wesson, bang

Say a prayer
Leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me
Always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that
Hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high
Space migration
Pretend I can just fly
To great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
Now I’m gone
Sorry I don’t even know, yo

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah
And this pain, and this pain
And this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain
This rain, this rain
Yeah, oh-whoa-oh-oh, yeah
Yeah, 9th Wonder, 9th Wonder
9th Wonder, 9th Wonder, 9th Wonder