Texty:
Rains Fake

sorta like the way We make each other think If you could see the way I'd love to feel again (Don't make us fake don't make us fake) If we could make

No fake dream to sell you Don't gotta worry 'bout bein' untrue My love's concrete Thus you can't see through *BRIDGE #2* And when the rain clouds

it up Another damn reporter on the line with a word quiz I gotta show 'cause I'm livin' in the showbiz Outta the Limo, to the plane in the pourin' rain

those bars can do i'll be the rising moon after setting sun just to let you know you'll always have someone i'll be the clearest day when the rain is

be life Breaking down the weed about to make a plane A hundred niggas with me, all repping Taylor Gang Yeah bitch Okay Yeah Yup [Verse 2] Lot of niggas fake

hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Yo, give me the rock, I'm gonna rain in 3-point range whether

they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or bleach and cream Will make them better when they gorgeous White girls tannin', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake

song playing an anthem of ? The horrible fanfare the horns are distorted The public announcement? ? The ? buzzards ? in the night Talons in flight Fake

your ass like skunk's funk pew I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang/ if you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain DONT BE PULLIN MY