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They say that when it it pours, they're right

Falling out of the sky
(It's down on me)
Praying down, fall down
Praying down, fall down
Falling out of the sky

When I forgot to close the blinds I couldn't
Kept waking up from all the shine, in my eyes
I'm off three hours, eat, sleep, repeat grind
what he does that others don't do is what's defining him

I never thought the words wrote on a page
Would have me on the other side of on a stage
I never would've thought was a stage on Earth
That made me feel more at home besides my of birth

I'm from gun CA where every movie's watched
Then watched back for replay
So days and nights with ink bleeding papers
Fall asleep on flights, call it sleeping strangers
Now back to the City of Angels the rain is

from out of the sky
(It's falling on me)
Praying come down, down
Praying down, fall down

I simplify by design, my words get
To the vinyl when they rhyme, it with a scribe
Count lessons, toes, fingers, I'm
I've passed so lows to survive all the highs

I've learned some things and others learned to
(Like what?)
You can be a day but not a dollar late
New day in chain link, put it together

Beat the drum, pray for rain, we ain't the same the weather
Just me against the on the verge of relentless
to stay apart like each word of the sentence
King vs apprentice, vs. challenger

The challenger swung, the fell, they kicked him out of there
I raps to sea in a bottle to float
Like a lost SOS that the wrote
The wind blew and the top, they read the letter
To whom it may concern, my words under the weather

from out of the sky
(It's down on me)
come down, fall down
Praying come down, down

So I forgot to change the showing up early
With my money on my mind trying to keep crime
One of a kind, I'm by my environment
For everything I did from to retirement

I be running on unleaded fumes
Collecting money back for fronted for the rent is due
A still running towards the rainbow's ending
Knowing damn well, the wasn't meant for spending

You ten cents a nickel in your pocket
Shit, I'm thirty of twenty dollars in my wallet, yeah
You might twelve fingers for the runners
Maybe six on the hand, half a dozen on the

I bundle up gloves for the summer
in the winter with a slicker and umbrella
A fella chasing cheese like he a maze
But really I'm just running in place, I need the bread to

from out of the sky
(It's falling on me)
Praying come down, fall
Praying come down, fall
Falling out of the sky