Rain Song

Yo, Lunar C, Mash
I’m followed
Flytippers
Yo
I’m followed by a dark cloud rain
And the sun don’t shine through my window in the morning
I’m followed by a dark cloud rain
And the sun don’t shine through my window in the morning
It’s all just timing, the process is awe inspiring
On top form, applying pressure like I’m forming diamonds
So high I’m off the floor defying the laws of science
it might sting like porcupine skin
I’m not living the sorta life to be glorified
You’re talking shite and normalising being poor at rhyming
I wear a crown of thorns, I’m Christ, you saw the light and now you walk beside
him
Too many thoughts of violence and corpses piling
You’ve got a tiny buzz like you’re micro-dosing
You’d probably punch your grandmother for a viral moment
I’m prophsizing, my profit’s rising, I’m writing omens
If the skies ar closed when I die I’m going to prize them open
I’m picking up the speed but I’m not shifting gear
I know Jesus loves me, he didn’t give me a ginger beard
And I’ve been doing this for years
I shouldn’t really have to use my own arm to lift my beer