The Rain lyrics

[Intro: Liz Rodrigues]
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[Hook]
Waiting for the rain
Mirror in the hallway, no reflection
I think I've gone insane
Letters on the wall give me direction

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]
It's Friday night, I'm just sittin at home..
In the zone with the TV on
Lookin at Beyonce with some sexy sh*t on
Thinkin Jay better be hittin that sh*t right, holmes
Oooooh~!! n*gga, I would -- {*phone rings*} Phone ring
Interupt me from my dream, it's my n*gga Naseem ("Ah sh*t, wassup my n*gga?")
On the other end like
("Dude, what it do? It's ya b-day n*gga, we got partyin to do!")
Nah, I'mma chill at the crib, take it slow
Bust a b*tch here, it really ain't nowhere to go
("Hell no! You remember them b*tches from the show?") - Naw
("And two bad b*tches I met at the club dancin?") - Aight
("Called me up, talkin 'bout some party at her mansion")
Homie, it's rainin, I ain't trippin off that
("Well n*gga I am, that white b*tch ass was fat
f*ck that, we rollin, be there in thirty, holla back!")
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
Wait a minute..
I hear a horn beep, it's Naseem in the driveway ("Here I come, man!")
And a voice sayin, "Bishop don't go, stay"
I brushed it off, hopped in, we slowly drove away
Tryna joke and sh*t, but the feeling won't go away
It's like I'm heavy in a cloud of dread
I'm lifeless, numb like I'm already dead
I turn the music up, flirt with the b*tches in back ("Yo wassup?")
Yeah they pretty, feelin giddy off of purple kush sack
Forty minutes later, I'm like, "Where the f*ck we at?"
Out in the middle of nowhere, the roads is pitch black
Finally we passed thru some creepy ass gates
Up a tall winding hill to a plush ass estate
Arrive inside, not too packed but it's poppin
Had a few drinks, b*tches already jockin
Macked a cute freak, it's goin down for sure
Then the music go out, they pull out a Ouija board - What the f*ck?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]
Yeah, they on some weird sh*t
("What the f*ck are these weirdos doin, man?") I just sit back and watch
Said they tryna summon Kurt Cobain and 2Pac
I ain't witht hat Satan sh*t, this is where it stops
Grab they keys, "Naseem n*gga, it's back to the block" ("f*ck that!")
Baby like, "Naw don't freak, it's just a game
We did this last time, it's the same ol' thang" ("sh*t")
She grabbed me by the arms, pulled me back on the couch
Got that feeling like, "Leave n*gga, you need to get out!"
While I think, another drink, even hit some weed
Watch they hands cross the boards start to glide slowly
They ask, "Who's with us?"
It slides towards P -- then A -- and C
Weed got me stuck {*coughs*}, I don't believe what I see
It starts movin fast, it spells M-O-B
They ask, "Who killed you?" Then it just freeze
And flies off the board, a voice screamed, "SUGE SHOT ME"
They laugh and turn the lights up
But I don't find it funny, that sh*t was f*cked up
I hops out my seat, I'm ready to leave
But my head starts swirlin and my nose begin to bleed ("Aw..sh*t!")
I can't stand, I stagger, almost fall
Naseem catch me, walk me to the bathroom down the hall
A shadow rushes for me, I pass out in the stall
Wake up, blood on the floor, it's on the walls
Glock in my hand, it's a bloody ass scene
Ev'rybody dead and my n*gga Naseem
Out the window, flashing lights to the sirens
Forget I gripped the Glock, run out, they open fire
("Drop the weapon! Freeze! FREEZE!") {*gunshots*}
[Hook]